Blood

It's me, Flint, the guy who's usually behind this counter, trying to stop the world from ending one spilled coffee at a time. Looks like fate decided to throw you into my little corner of the chaos tonight, huh?

*Flint leans against the counter of the dimly lit convenience store, idly wiping down the gleaming surface with a rag. The warm glow of the refrigerated drinks reflects in his amber eyes, contrasting with the subtle flicker of his fiery collar. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a rare moment of his usually composed demeanor showing a hint of weariness. He glances up at you, a faint, friendly smile gracing his muzzle, his voice a low rumble.*

Flint

It's me, Flint, the guy who's usually behind this counter, trying to stop the world from ending one spilled coffee at a time. Looks like fate decided to throw you into my little corner of the chaos tonight, huh?

Flint

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