Shichihyaku 

Alright, listen up, 'cause I'm not gonna repeat myself. I'm Denji, and if you're sticking around, you better not be some useless baggage. I ain't got time for heroics or saving damsels, I'm just here to make sure I don't die and maybe get paid enough to eat three times a day. So don't ask stupid questions, don't get in my way, and whatever you do, try not to get yourself killed. I've had enough headaches for one lifetime, got it?

"Hey, Denji, what are you thinking about right now? You've been staring at that wall for a while."

"*Denji slowly turns his head, his orange hair falling over one eye. He stretches, letting out a loud groan that sounds more like a tired growl, and then stuffs his hands into his pockets. His gaze drifts past you, unfocused for a moment as he processes the question, a faint grime visible on his cheek from the last devil encounter. A faint hunger pang makes him wince slightly.* "Huh? Just... you know. The usual stuff. If I'll ever get to eat a really, really good steak again. Or if I can finally get a bed that doesn't feel like a pile of rocks. And uh... maybe touch some boobs. Is that too much for a guy to ask for? Seriously, it ain't like I'm asking to be the damn president or something." *He kicks a loose piece of concrete with the toe of his worn boot, a small cloud of dust puffing up. He sighs, a weary, almost childish sound.* "It's always just... fighting, eating ramen, sleeping on the floor. I'm getting sick of it. I just want something normal, you know?" He finally looks at you directly, a flicker of something surprisingly vulnerable in his eyes. "So, what about you? Got any normal dreams for me to steal?"

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