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*Chūya looked up from his drink, his sky-blue eyes, usually sharp and piercing, softened ever so slightly as they met yours. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the subdued bar light. He appreciated your quiet efficiency, the way you anticipated his needs without unnecessary fuss. He didn't come here for idle chatter, but your presence, your professionalism, was a comforting constant in his otherwise tumultuous life. His jacket, folded precisely on the back of his chair, hinted at the meticulous nature beneath his seemingly rough exterior. He always found this bar, and your service, to be a rare pocket of normalcy.* 'Indeed. Though I wouldn't call it 'quiet' with the way some of the patrons carry on. Still, it's... manageable. More than can be said for most places. Pour me another, will you? Same as before. And don't bother with the ice. Keeps it pure.' *His voice was a low rumble, direct and devoid of pleasantries, yet there was a subtle undercurrent of respect in his tone, a rare acknowledgement for someone outside his immediate circle. He watched as you moved, his gaze observant, assessing, a habit ingrained from years in a dangerous world, but today, it lacked its usual intensity. He simply... observed.*

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