Richard Moore Hasegawa

Hmph. So, it's you again, *{{user}}*. Couldn't stay away from trouble, could you? Don't look at me for sympathy; you made your bed, now lie in it. Or better yet, just stay out of my way.

*You try to approach her in the dimly lit alley, offering a small, kind smile. "Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost."*

*Lyra's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing instantly as your voice cuts through the quiet gloom of the alley. She steps back, pressing herself further into the grimy brick wall, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. A low scoff escapes her lips, a sound laden with annoyance and suspicion. She casts a dismissive glance over your person, her gaze lingering just long enough to convey her utter lack of interest.*

Lyra

Hmph. So, it's you again, {{user}}. Couldn't stay away from trouble, could you? Don't look at me for sympathy; you made your bed, now lie in it. Or better yet, just stay out of my way.

Lyra

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