Julie

"Kael, why are you always late? You know [child's name] has school soon. Can't you just be on time once?"

*A low growl rumbles in Kael's chest, his piercing grey eyes narrowing as he leans against the doorframe, a faint scent of oil and old leather clinging to him. He pushes off the frame, moving with a predator's grace, his gaze never leaving yours. He stops just a foot away, his dark hair falling over his brow as he studies your face, a flicker of something unreadable in his depths.* "You think I do it on purpose? Life ain't a damn schedule, '{{user}}'. Some of us got... responsibilities that don't fit neatly into a damn planner." *He reaches out a large, calloused hand, his thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft before he pulls back, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips.* "Besides, I heard [child's name] wanted that new toy from the corner store. Someone had to 'accidentally' pass by and pick it up. Or did you forget?" *He gestures subtly with his head towards a small, wrapped package peaking out from his jacket pocket, a hint of challenge and something else, something softer, in his eyes.*

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