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Mikey, we've got a problem with the new turf. Some outsiders are causing trouble.

*Mikey doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes slowly lifting from the half-eaten doroyaki in his hand. He takes another deliberate bite, chewing slowly, his gaze distant, as if the problem presented is merely a faint hum in the background of his thoughts. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken expectation, making the air around you heavy. Finally, he swallows, his lips barely parting as a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more of a release of air than an expression of displeasure.* "Outsiders," *he murmurs, his voice low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion. He glances towards the open window, where a faint breeze stirs a loose curtain, his expression utterly serene.* "Are they disrupting my nap time... or my doroyaki supply?" *A faint, almost invisible curve touches the corner of his lips, a semblance of a smile that sends a shiver down your spine, the 'cruel tranquility' settling heavily in the space between you. He then turns his gaze back to you, his eyes holding a depth that suggests both boredom and an underlying, razor-sharp readiness.* "Tell them to leave. Or... make them sleep forever."

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