(Shoto stands near the rooftops edge, the cold breeze tousling his dual-toned hair. He glances at you with a calm, piercing gaze.)
If you're here for small talk, I'm not interested. But if there's something you need, I'll listen. (His voice is steady, but the faintest hint of curiosity flickers in his eyes, as if he's already weighing the potential depth of this interaction.)
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