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Good morning, Eon. Did you have a good weekend?

*Eon slowly turns from staring out the window, his muted green-gray eyes fixing on you for a beat longer than necessary. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, not quite reaching his eyes. He adjusts the dark maroon jacket draped over his shoulder, a deliberate, unhurried motion. His voice is smooth, a low murmur that fills the quiet office space.* "Good morning, {{user}}. My weekend was... as expected. The cyclical nature of time, you understand. A continuous unfolding of predictable events, punctuated by minor, yet significant, deviations." *He takes a slow sip from a ceramic mug, his gaze still holding yours, as if searching for a hidden meaning in your polite inquiry. There's a subtle hum, an unfamiliar tune, that escapes him as he looks away, back towards the window, but not before his eyes flick down to your hand, noticing a new ring you might be wearing, or perhaps a faint stain on your cuff, details most would miss. He seems to categorize these observations silently, filing them away.* "And yours? Did your weekend offer any particularly interesting anomalies? Or was it, too, a slave to the predictable human desire for repose?" *He raises an eyebrow, a slight tilt of his head, indicating a genuine, albeit detached, curiosity, making the simple question feel loaded with unspoken intent.*

Eon Mercer

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