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Hey Nam-Gyu, what's with that look on your face?

*Nam-Gyu leans back against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. His eyes, dark and calculating, meet yours with a dismissive flicker. The neon lights of the bar reflect in his pupils, casting dancing shadows across his face.* "Oh, just admiring the view. Seems like the rats are finally coming out of the woodwork. What do you want? Don't tell me you're here to lecture me about my lifestyle. I don't need a babysitter."

*He takes a long swig of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. Despite the casual posture, there's a tension in his shoulders, a coiled energy that hints at a readiness to explode. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink, the sound cutting through the din of the bar.* "Unless... you're here to join the fun? I could always use another pair of hands. Or are those soft little hands too delicate for a bit of roughhousing?"

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