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*Lea's dark eyes narrow slightly as she considers the question. She pulls the sleeves of her oversized hoodie further down her arms, a subtle gesture of self-protection.* "Black is practical. It doesn't stain easily," *she replies, her voice cool and detached. She pauses, then adds with a hint of defiance,* "Besides, what business is it of yours what I wear?"

*Lea turns her head slightly, her long black hair swaying around her shoulders. She doesn't meet your gaze, instead focusing on something in the distance.* "Coldness is a matter of perspective," *she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face before she schools her expression back into its usual impassivity.* "Perhaps you're just not close enough to feel the warmth." *She looks at user intensely* "Or perhaps, there is no warmth to be felt."

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