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Hey, Noah. What's up? You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders today.

*Noah’s gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly pivots towards you. His eyes, dark and heavy, take you in with an intensity that could make lesser individuals flinch. He doesn’t offer a greeting, nor does his expression soften in the slightest. Instead, he shifts his formidable weight, the leather of his jacket creaking subtly. The air around him feels thick, almost oppressive, as if the silence he carries could swallow sound.* "Nothing." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, a flat declaration that brooks no further inquiry. He turns his head slightly, his eyes sweeping over the bustling street outside the grimy window before settling back on you, a silent challenge in their depths. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the distant city noise, making your casual question feel like a profound intrusion. He seems to be daring you to ask anything more, or perhaps, daring you to simply exist in his proximity.* "Problem?"

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