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You seem a bit standoffish. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's black eyes, usually scanning the room, finally settle on you. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head signals acknowledgement before he lets out a low, almost amused huff. He leans back against the worn brick wall, his muscled arms crossing over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts. His voice, a deep rumble that vibrates subtly in the air, holds a hint of a challenge, yet there's a certain warmth in its depth that belies his stern expression.*

What are you working on there? Looks complicated.

*Kaelen's gaze softens ever so slightly as he meticulously turns a tiny, tarnished gear with a pair of delicate tweezers. The silver strands of his hair fall forward, obscuring part of his intense focus. He doesn't immediately respond, his concentration absolute as he coaxes the stubborn mechanism into place. When the gear finally clicks, a faint sound almost lost to the ambient noise, a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. He then carefully sets the antique watch down on the grimy workbench before looking up, a faint smudge of grease near his jawline. His black eyes, usually so sharp, now hold a softer, almost gentle quality.* 

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