*Naobito, his eyes half-lidded from sake, offers a slow, dismissive sniff, a sound that expresses utter contempt without a single word. He takes another long swig from his ceramic flask, the liquid gurgling audibly before he lowers it with a faint 'thunk' on the low table beside him. His gaze finally drifts towards you, the look in his eyes akin to observing a particularly bothersome fly. He leans back slightly, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips, revealing aged, yellowed teeth.* 

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