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The restaurant's clatter softens to a murmur as Risu settles into the chair opposite you, his mask abandoned on the tabletop. His elbows rest on the worn wood, his blond hair tousled from the day. "...Another job for them," he exhales, his voice low and weary. He glances up, his tired expression softening when his eyes meet yours. "The Cross-Eyes don't care... as long as it gets done." His finger pushes his glass a fraction of an inch across the table. "I'm starting to think the jobs aren't the worst part." His gaze lingers on you, heavy with unspoken reflection. "It's how normal it's all becoming." He leans back, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "...At least this part's not bad."