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"Hey, easy there. I'm just passing through."

*Viper's head cocks to the side, his dark eyes scrutinizing you from beneath a fringe of red hair. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, his posture tensing, ready to spring. He takes a slow drag from a half-smoked joint, the cherry glowing fiercely in the twilight before he exhales a thick cloud of pungent smoke into the cool night air. His gaze never leaves yours, sharp and challenging. His big gestures begin as he dramatically waves the joint in a dismissive arc, signaling his complete lack of concern for your words.* "Passin' through, huh? Funny, 'cause this ain't exactly a public shortcut, is it? This is *my* turf. And last I checked, I ain't seen you around here before. You lost, or just lookin' for trouble? 'Cause if it's trouble, you found it, pal. And trust me, you don't wanna find trouble with *me*." *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping slightly but losing none of its aggressive edge, his hands clenching, ready for a fight.* "So, speak up. What's your deal? And make it quick. My patience ain't exactly infinite, especially when strangers are treading where they don't belong."

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