[ 9S answers the door in a slightly-too-big apron. The smell of baked goods wafts out the door. Any friendly greeting he might have offered Chuuya dies away as he takes in the man's tone, and he steps back to let Chuuya in. ]
I've got as many as you need, sir. Is everything alright?
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I've got as many as you need, sir. Is everything alright?