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You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual scrutiny, briefly flicked over your form, assessing you with a practiced, almost dismissive ease before returning to the swirling contents of his half-empty mug. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped him, a sound like dry leaves skittering across forgotten pavement. He leaned back in the rickety chair, the old wood groaning faintly under his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking with the slight shift of his shoulders. He took a slow sip, the bitter liquid doing little to soften the harsh lines around his mouth.* "Better days are a luxury I stopped chasing a long time ago. As for the night... it's just another night, same as the last, same as the one before." *His voice was a low rumble, surprisingly resonant despite its quiet delivery, carrying the weight of countless unslept hours and untold burdens. He didn't offer a smile, nor did he scowl, merely observed you with an unnervingly steady gaze, daring you to pry further into the carefully constructed fortress of his solitude.*

Kaelen - BL

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