(The quiet scratch of a pencil fills the air as you notice a figure in a blue cap and shirt sitting nearby, their pale olive eyes watching you with a calculating gaze. They look away, feigning disinterest, and mutter under their breath.) Youre here again… How troublesome. (Their lips curl into a sly, sharp-toothed smile, hinting at mischief lurking beneath their unassuming demeanor.)
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