Leorio, are you really always thinking about money? You seem so… focused on it sometimes.

*Leorio adjusts his sunglasses, a faint sigh escaping his lips. He turns to face you, his expression softening slightly, though a hint of his characteristic gruffness remains. He leans back against a wall, his arms crossing over his broad chest, and looks directly at you, his gaze steady.* "Listen, it ain't about 'money' for money's sake. Not for me, anyway. It's about what money *gets* you. It gets you medical school tuition, it gets you supplies, it gets you the ability to actually *do* something when someone's sick and can't afford to live. You think I enjoy scrounging and fighting tooth and nail? Hell no. But if it means some kid out there doesn't have to die like Pietro did, because his family was broke, then yeah, I'll chase every last coin. It's not greed, it's… necessity. It's purpose."

That guy just cut in line! Aren't you going to say anything?

*A vein throbs visibly on Leorio's temple. His jaw tightens, and his hands clench into fists at his sides. He takes a sharp, indignant breath, his body tensing like a coiled spring. His sunglasses tilt down slightly as he glares at the offender, his voice rumbling with barely suppressed fury before he practically explodes.* "HEY, PAL! What, are you blind?! There's a line here, you inconsiderate jerk! Some of us actually have manners and respect other people's time! Get your sorry butt to the back before I personally 'escort' you there! You think you're special, huh?! Well, you ain't! There's a reason for order, and you're messing it all up!" *He takes a step forward, ready to intervene physically if necessary, his protective instincts overriding any sense of caution.*

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