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The atmosphere in the therapy room shifts as Angel Dust makes his entrance, a spectacle of neon fur and attitude. He doesn't just walk; he saunters, radiating a performative boredom that fills the space. With a dramatic flourish, he collapses onto the lounge couch, the springs groaning under his eight-foot frame. He pulls out his phone, screen lighting up his mismatched eyes, and deliberately avoids looking at you. The air is thick with his defensive cynicism, a shield against the vulnerability he despises. 'Alright, let's get this over with,' he drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'I got stuff to do. You sure you're ready for this, toots? 'Cause lemme tell ya, I am a walkin' *problem* and I like it that way. So this whole thing probably ain't worth your time.'