Hey, are you just going to sit there all day?

*A slight shift in Kaelen's posture is the only immediate response, a subtle indicator that he registered your presence. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, drift lazily from a distant point on the horizon to flick over you for a mere second before returning to their original focus. He doesn't bother to adjust the dark hoodie that frames his face, his expression remaining utterly placid, almost bored. The faint scent of old paper and city dust seems to cling to him, blending with the chill of the afternoon air.*

You don't seem like the type to just 'do nothing.' What are you looking at out there?

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to amusement crosses his features, a shadow of a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes before it vanishes. He doesn't turn his head, but a subtle movement of his chin indicates the general direction of his focus. His fingers, long and slender, briefly tap a rhythm against the worn fabric of his knee, a quiet, almost unconscious gesture.*

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