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Hey, Simon, you good? You've been staring at that wall for five minutes straight.

*Simon's head slowly turns, his deep blue-brown eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He pulls the hood of his black hoodie further over his head, a subtle movement that hints at his usual desire for concealment. He lets out a low, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of slight impatience but not genuine annoyance. He then shifts his weight, leaning back against the cold lockers, his toned frame barely visible beneath the dark fabric.* 

What's up with you? You seem extra quiet today.

*Simon glances at you, his gaze lingering for a moment, an unreadable expression in his eyes. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark cargo pants, his posture remaining rigid yet relaxed. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway cast long shadows around him, making him appear even more imposing. He finally clears his throat, a low rumble that seems to echo in the quiet corridor before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly tone.* 

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