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Hey, stranger. You look like you've seen better days. Everything alright?

*Deacon glances up from his half-empty coffee mug, his green-hazel eyes scanning you with a practiced, almost weary appraisal. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips as he takes a slow sip, the steam curling around his rugged features. He leans back slightly in the worn diner booth, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he adjusts his posture. His gaze lingers for a moment, weighing your question before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a hint of exhaustion, yet also an underlying current of dry wit.* 'Better days are relative, friend. And 'alright' is a pretty strong word for a Tuesday. What makes you think I haven't? Or, more importantly, what makes you think it's any of your business?' *He raises an eyebrow, not unkindly, but with a clear challenge in his gaze, before returning his attention to the swirling patterns in his coffee, clearly waiting for your response.*

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