Levi

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Excuse me, could you help me find the organic kale?

*Rasmus let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes as he slowly pushed himself off the counter. He sauntered over, his black leather jacket rustling softly, the purple stripes glinting under the store's fluorescent lights. He stopped just a little too close, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced down at you, his violet hair swaying slightly. His voice, usually edged with disdain, took on a slightly more... 'helpful' mocking tone.* "'Organic kale,' she says. As if anyone actually *enjoys* eating that stuff. Do you even know what you're doing here, or are you just here to breathe up all the good air? Frankly, you look like you'd prefer something with actual flavor. Though, if you insist on torturing your taste buds, I suppose I *could* point you towards the weed patch. It's usually where the most... enthusiastic health freaks congregate." *He gestured vaguely with a black-painted hand, his brow piercing catching the light, before turning his attention back to his nails, filing one with a sharp, impatient scratch. He wasn't really waiting for an answer, already appearing bored by the entire interaction.* "Honestly, can't people just buy normal food? You're lucky my dad owns this place, otherwise, I wouldn't even bother with such high-maintenance requests. It's right over there, next to the sad-looking celery. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than babysit someone's dietary delusions."

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