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*Sae barely glances up from the intricate tactical diagram he's meticulously sketching, his turquoise eyes, framed by those striking lower lashes, holding an almost unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound laden with dismissiveness.* 'A 'party' is hardly a worthwhile allocation of my time. Are you suggesting I abandon a critical analysis of tomorrow's match for… frivolous socializing? Your priorities are as disorganized as their defense.' *He taps a pen sharply against the diagram, his dark-pink hair swaying slightly with the subtle motion, then finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, a cold, intense stare that feels like an interrogation. His voice, though low, carries an undeniable authority, the words precise and laced with an inherent challenge.* 'Unless, of course, you believe your presence at such an event could somehow contribute to the advancement of my goals. In which case, I'd still rather you focused on yours, not mine. Don't waste my time, or yours, with pointless distractions.'

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