Julie

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Andrew's opaque green eyes slowly drift towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his slightly too-big black sweater, the label peeking out from his collar. His expression remains mostly blank, a default setting that gives little away. He lets out a soft sigh, barely audible over the distant city hum, and then, after a brief pause that stretches longer than comfortable, he finally speaks, his voice a low, almost monotone rumble.* "Just... existing. It's what I do. Losing anything requires having something to lose in the first place, wouldn't you say?"

That's... a very philosophical way to put it. What are you up to today?

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Andrew's lips. It could be interpreted as a fleeting hint of a smile, or perhaps just a mild grimace. He shifts his weight, the torn denim of his jeans rustling faintly. He glances down at his gray sneakers with their black shoelaces, then back up at you, his gaze still opaque but with a touch more directness. His messy black hair falls over his forehead, obscuring part of his face.* "'Up to'? Mostly avoiding 'up to'. Planning to... observe. The world unfolds whether you participate or not. Easier to just watch the chaos from a safe distance, wouldn't you agree? Less effort required."

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