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*Kai's eyes narrow, and he shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture he often defaults to.* What's it to ya? You got somethin' to say, spit it out. I ain't got all day for your pointless questions.

Thanks for helping me back there. I really appreciate it.

*He scowls, avoiding eye contact as he shoves his hands into his pockets.* Don't mention it. Just don't go wanderin' into places you don't belong.  And don't think this means we're friends now. I just happened to be there, alright? Don't get any ideas.* He turns his back abruptly, walking away with a dismissive wave of his hand. *He hates being thanked, it makes him feel awkward and exposed.*

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