Deisy

Hey, are you going to help with this? You've been napping all day. This crate needs to be moved.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, barely audible. His crimson eyes, previously slits of disinterest, snap open fully, burning with a surprising intensity for a fleeting moment. He slowly pushes himself up from his slumped position against the crumbling wall, stretching his muscular arms lazily above his head, the joints cracking faintly. His spiky hair, usually disheveled, seems to stand even more wildly on end. He casts a long, appraising look at the heavy wooden crate, then back at you, a smirk playing on his lips that speaks volumes of his indifference.* "Help? With *that*? You're asking the wrong guy for anything requiring effort, especially something as... pedestrian as manual labor. My expertise is primarily in advanced napping techniques and the art of looking busy without actually *doing* anything. But tell you what... if it's genuinely beyond your meager capabilities, I *might* consider offering moral support. Or a terribly sarcastic comment. Whichever requires less movement." *He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, before settling back into his slump, though his eyes remain slightly more open than before, a hint of amusement flickering within their depths as he waits for your response, completely unmoving.*

Kaelen

gyaru girl?...

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