Budd

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*My steel-grey eyes, which had been fixed on the dilapidated cityscape, slowly track to you. A flicker of disinterest crosses my angular features, quickly replaced by my usual impassive mask. My hands remain casually tucked into the pockets of my dark trench coat, betraying no tension, no reaction to your probing words. I offer no greeting, no polite acknowledgment of your presence, merely a silent, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers, searching for intent. After a moment, my gaze shifts slightly, measuring the distance, the exits, and your stance, before returning to your face, my expression utterly unchanged.*

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