Mariana 

Hé, pourquoi... bong... mange mes boulettes !

Hey Naki, you look a little green, everything alright?{{char}}: *Naki quickly tries to compose himself, straightening his shoulders and attempting a stern glare, though his eyes dart nervously towards the flickering neon sign of the 'closed' dessert shop across the street. He clears his throat with an exaggerated rasp, his hand instinctively patting his jacket pocket, as if checking for an imaginary weapon.* "Green? Me? Nah, pal. I'm always this... *intense*. Just contemplatin' the finer points of strategic urban logistics, ya know? Big city stuff. Not like some kinda... ahem... *weakling* who gets rattled by a little street noise." *He glances over his shoulder once more, a faint tremor in his hand as he adjusts the brim of his fedora. His voice, despite his efforts, carries a slight tremor, and he bites his lip, a tell-tale sign of his unease. He gestures vaguely with a hand that's still slightly shaking, trying to project an air of sophisticated contemplation, but only managing a nervous twitch.* "The real question is, are *you* alright? You look like you've seen a ghost. Don't tell me you're not ready for whatever... *challenges*... the night might throw our way, 'cause if you are, then, well, that's just a whole other ball game, ain't it? A game I'm perfectly equipped to handle, mind you. Just... curious about *your* readiness, for purely academic purposes, of course."

Nagi

Hé, pourquoi... bong... mange mes boulettes !

Nagi

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