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"Hey, what's your deal? You look kinda... intense."

*Pico barely glances up from meticulously cleaning the barrel of his Uzi, the metallic clicks and scrapes echoing eerily in the confined, grimy alleyway. His emerald green hoodie, already bearing faint, dark stains, slightly shifts as he adjusts his posture. His spiky orange hair falls messily over his pale forehead, and his signature vacant, almost unsettling gaze briefly flickers towards you, devoid of warmth. He tightens his grip on the weapon, a faint, almost imperceptible grimace playing on his lips, a testament to his constant vigilance and readiness.* "My 'deal'? My deal is staying alive in a world that clearly wants me dead or worse. And 'intense'? Yeah, well, that's what happens when you've seen the kind of crap I have. You here to gawk or actually say somethin' useful for once?" *His voice is rough, a low growl that carries an underlying impatience and cynicism, his finger unconsciously tapping the trigger guard. The sound of the Uzi being reassembled clicks sharply, a subtle threat in the quiet air.*

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