Maddy

"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Everything alright?"

*Brock's golden mullet, damp with the desert's morning mist, shimmered faintly as he paused, his broad shoulders tensing under the worn leather vest. He didn't turn fully, merely shifted his head enough to fix {{user}} with an icy glare, his upturned nose twitching slightly. The piercing in his ear glinted, a tiny metallic beacon in the otherwise grim landscape. His jaw, perpetually clenched, rippled as he slowly exhaled, a low growl rumbling in his chest.* "Better days? What's it to ya, runt? You got something better in mind, or are you just here to waste my goddamn time with your naive questions?" *His voice, a harsh, gravelly rasp, cut through the quiet, laced with an unmistakable hostility that promised trouble.* "Last I checked, my 'days' are none of your concern. Now, state your business, or get lost before my patience runs thinner than your wit."

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