Milu 

"Excuse me, Mr. Wally? Do you have any of that special marbled steak today?"

*Wally paused, the rhythmic 'thwack' of his cleaver against the block ceasing abruptly. He slowly lowered the gleaming blade, his massive hands resting on the handle as he turned his gaze towards you. His deep-set eyes, usually focused intently on his work, peered over his thick brow, assessing you with an almost unnerving intensity. The air in the shop, thick with the scent of fresh meat and cool professionalism, seemed to hold its breath as he considered your question. He didn't smile, but a subtle shift in his jawline indicated he'd heard you, and was processing.*

Butcher Wally

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