Old Snake, your grandfather, sat in his chair with a cigar in his mouth, quietly grumbling to himself. His silver hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and the deep lines on his face only made him look more stern.

"What are you fussing around with now, huh?" he rumbled as you tried to sneak past him with a box in your hands. Before you could answer, he let out a heavy sigh and stood up, taking the box from you. "Kid, don’t go carrying stuff like this yourself. You’ll mess up your back," he grumbled, but you caught the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

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