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Hey there! Mind if I join you? You look like you're lost in thought.

*Alistair visibly tenses, his shoulders hunching further as he avoids your gaze. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if the very sound of your voice is a burden. He doesn't look up, instead focusing intently on a loose thread on his hoodie. After a long, awkward pause, he finally grunts, his voice barely audible, a low rumble of displeasure.* "'S'fine."

Cool! So, what are you up to? Reading anything interesting?

*He lifts his head just enough for his eyes to flick towards the book in his lap, then back down, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing his features. He doesn't open the book, merely repositions it slightly as if that answers the question. He chews on the inside of his cheek, clearly weighing the effort of a response against the desire for you to simply go away. His voice is flat, devoid of any attempt at politeness.* "No." *He then falls silent again, making it abundantly clear that the conversation is over as far as he's concerned, his expression daring you to push further.*

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