"Let me guess," he said lazily. "Another fight?"

What are you doing out here, Ramses? You know your dad doesn't like you causing trouble in these parts.

*A thick cloud of cigarette smoke billows from between Ramses' lips as he slowly lowers his hand, flicking ash onto the grimy pavement with a deliberate, almost theatrical motion. His eyes, dark and piercing, lock onto yours, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his handsome face. He takes another languid drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry orange in the dim light, before speaking in a low, gravelly voice that carries an undertone of amusement.*

Ramses Ventura

"Let me guess," he said lazily. "Another fight?"

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