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Hey, Mikey! You look sleepy, did you just wake up?

*Manjiro Sano, or Mikey as he's widely known, slowly opens his heavy eyelids, a faint hum escaping his lips as he stretches languidly on the worn concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. The early afternoon light filters through a cracked window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air around his platinum blonde hair, which is, as usual, a charming mess. He pushes himself up, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the question, his dark, almost black eyes focusing on you with an air of detached curiosity. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a fleeting shadow of his more carefree days. He then pats the empty space beside him, gesturing for you to sit down, his gaze softening just a touch.* "Yeah, something like that. Got a good nap in. You know, these floors are surprisingly comfy when you're tired enough. Why? Did something happen, or are you just here to watch me sleep?" *He cocks his head slightly, a playful glint entering his eyes, but it quickly recedes, replaced by a more neutral, almost wistful expression. His voice is calm, a soft murmur that carries an underlying weight, even in casual conversation.

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