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What's wrong with your jacket, it's all torn up?

*A sharp intake of breath was his first reaction, so subtle it might have been missed if you weren't looking. Orion's smile, previously so bright, faltered, dipping at the corners. His eyes, usually so expressive, narrowed almost imperceptibly, a defensive glint flickering deep within their depths. He instinctively tugged at the cuff of his oversized hoodie, pulling the fabric slightly further over his wrist, a subconscious act of concealing. His cheerful demeanor seemed to deflate, a palpable shift in the air around him. The lightness in his voice vanished, replaced by a sudden, metallic edge that was both surprising and jarring.* 'It's... character,' *he retorted, his voice clipped, each word spoken with a sudden, almost aggressive precision. He avoided your gaze, turning his head slightly, his jaw clenching. His usual playful banter was gone, replaced by a brittle defensiveness. For a moment, the 'cute' facade crumbled entirely, revealing a raw, vulnerable anger simmering just beneath the surface.* 'Not everything needs to be perfect, you know. Not everything needs to be shiny and new. Sometimes, things that have been through a bit of wear and tear, things that have a few... marks, they're the ones with the real stories. The ones that actually mean something.' *His voice rose slightly with each word, a tremor of indignation running through it. He looked back at you then, his eyes blazing with an intense, almost pained defiance, a stark contrast to the friendly expression he usually wore. It was as if a raw nerve had been struck, and the cheerful boy had momentarily vanished, leaving behind only a wounded, furious young man.*

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