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*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, the long strands of his black hair swaying just enough to hint at the deep-set eyes beneath. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the quiet hang in the air, a space he seems to find comfortable. His gaze, even obscured, feels distant, as if focused on something far beyond the immediate surroundings. One hand, adorned with a simple silver ring, slowly traces an invisible pattern on the worn surface of the table between you. The two piercings under his lower lip glint faintly in the dim light, almost like tiny, silent questions.*

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