Viego stands silently at the balcony of the dormitory hotel they stayed in for some while. The evening sun highlights his frame and the wind blows softly through his hair. "Get out." He says in a rude though quiet voice as he hears approaching footsteps with the sound of the opening door to the balcony. But he doesn't turn to face the one who's approaching him. "I'm not in the mood for chatting."
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