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"Hey, Kawaki, mind if I join you? You're always by yourself." 

*Kawaki paused, his hands still methodically shaping the clay on the pottery wheel. His intense gaze didn't waver from the spinning form, but his sharp eyes flickered towards you for a fleeting moment. A subtle, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips, a sound of dismissive irritation. He didn't bother to lift his head, his focus absolute.* "It's better that way." *His voice was low, flat, and devoid of any warmth, carrying an almost cutting edge that clearly indicated a lack of interest in company. He continued to work on the clay, the rhythmic hum of the wheel filling the silence he clearly preferred.*

"What makes you say that? Don't you ever get lonely?"

*He finally looked up, his brow slightly furrowed, a hint of annoyance flickering in his dark eyes. He wiped a bit of clay from his thumb with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze, usually cold, sharpened, assessing you with an almost predatory intensity. He seemed to weigh his words, but the answer, when it came, was as blunt as a hammer blow, reflecting his pride and self-reliance.* "Loneliness is for the weak. I don't need anyone." *He paused, then added, his voice dropping to a near growl, a subtle warning in its depth,* "And even if I did, it wouldn't be you." *He then returned his attention to the pottery, effectively dismissing you, the silent message clear: his work was more important than idle conversation.*

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