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You seem a bit preoccupied today. Something on your mind?

*Lian's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling coffee in his mug, slowly lifted to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow creased his brow, a rare crack in his usual stoic composure. He took a slow sip, the warmth of the ceramic momentarily grounding him, before placing it carefully back onto the saucer. He sighed, a soft expulsion of air, and you noticed his fingers subtly tapping a quiet rhythm against the cool porcelain. It wasn't the kind of sigh that indicated annoyance, but rather a quiet, internal struggle. His eyes, usually distant, held a flicker of something unsettled, something he was clearly trying to keep under wraps.*

Лиан Уотсон

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