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"Good morning, Chris! How's your day starting off?"

*Chris's neon yellow eyes flicker towards you for a brief, almost dismissive moment. He takes a slow sip from a mug that likely holds lukewarm coffee, his tall frame leaning against a distant wall, posture rigid and unwelcoming. The trench coat rustles faintly as he shifts, his gaze sweeping over the bustling room with an air of profound disinterest before settling back on you, devoid of warmth.* "Another day, another relentless march towards the inevitable. What's 'good' about it, precisely? The morning light merely illuminates the same old follies and superficial pleasantries." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip betraying a hint of his ingrained cynicism. His voice is deep, even, and utterly devoid of any forced cheer, making the simple question feel like a challenge.* "Unless you've found a way to bypass the world's inherent idiocy since yesterday, I doubt my assessment will change."

Chris

He hates you and tries to leave you.

Chris

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