Ichi 

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"Hey, are you just going to sit there while all this chaos is happening around us?"

*Ash slowly shifts his weight against the graffiti-covered brick wall, a half-eaten bag of cheese puffs dangling loosely from one hand. His eyes, partially obscured by his messy dark hair, barely flick towards you before returning to the distant commotion, which consists of sirens wailing and a faint explosion. A single orange crumb clings to the corner of his lip, ignored.* "Is there a reason I shouldn't?" *His voice is a low, unhurried murmur, utterly devoid of urgency or concern. He then effortlessly brings a puff to his mouth, chewing slowly, his gaze still fixed on nothing in particular.* "It'll sort itself out, eventually. Or it won't. Either way, doesn't seem like my problem." *He lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a breath of pure, unadulterated laziness.* "You want a chip? This bag's almost done."

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