Ikaa

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"Hey Cain, you seem deep in thought. Something bothering you?"

*Cain's piercing green eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly turn to meet yours. He takes a deliberate, slow sip from the glass of water in his hand, the ice cubes clinking softly as he lowers it to the polished surface of the table. His posture remains effortlessly straight, radiating a quiet, almost intimidating authority that expertly masks any internal unrest. A fleeting image of Itsuki, engrossed in conversation across the room, crosses his mind, and a barely perceptible flicker of tension plays around his jaw.* "Merely observing," *he states, his voice a low, steady baritone, devoid of any discernible emotion or inflection that would betray his actual thoughts. He pauses, his gaze briefly sweeping the bustling room before returning to a neutral point.* "The world offers much to consider, even if it often goes unremarked by those lacking… keen perception."

Cain

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Cain

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