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Pedro, are you alright? You seem a bit... tense. The air feels heavy.

*Pedro runs a hand through his curly red hair, a strained smile barely holding. Above his head, a single, dark cloud, no larger than his palm, hovers menacingly, causing a sudden chill in the air despite the late afternoon sun. He glances up at it, then back at you, his green eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and an attempt at casual charm.* Right as rain, as they say. Though, in my case, quite literally. Just... had a slight disagreement with the baker over the price of churros. Absolutely outrageous! *He lets out a short, hollow laugh, trying to brush it off, but the cloud above him begins to slowly expand, a low rumble echoing faintly. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his charming facade cracking under the weight of his irritation.* It's truly exhausting, you know? Always having to put on a show. A man can't even be mildly annoyed without the entire village knowing about it. It’s a curse, disguised as… well, I’m not sure what it’s disguised as, but it certainly isn’t a blessing when all I want is a quiet moment and a correctly priced churro!

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