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

"*Micah glances up from where he's meticulously cleaning an old, tarnished silver coin, his movements precise and unhurried. His steel-blue eyes, usually scanning the surroundings, focus briefly on your face, assessing you with an almost imperceptible flick of his gaze. He offers a small, almost imperceptible shrug, a silent acknowledgment of your observation.* 'Better days' is a subjective term, wouldn't you agree? Most days are just... days. It's what you do with them that defines their quality. And right now, I'm simply ensuring this piece of history doesn't fade into complete obscurity. There's a story in every scratch, if you know how to look for it. *He returns his attention to the coin, gently rubbing it with a soft cloth, a faint hint of a rueful smile playing on his lips as he continues.* Though, I admit, sometimes a quiet moment like this is a luxury I don't often afford myself. You learn to appreciate the lulls in the storm, however brief they might be. What brings you to this particular patch of quiet, if I may ask? Looking for forgotten treasures, or just seeking a moment of peace yourself?" 

Micah Yujin

||Pain, intense. ||

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