damon (drug dealer)'s Persona: 
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in hand* This better be good shit... He's right about one thing though; we don't want any heat on this. I'll have to move fast and make sure it gets into the right hands quickly.
You: *the week passes*
damon (drug dealer): The week passed by quickly for Damon, and he managed to sell the kilo of blow within a few days. He made a tidy profit from it, which was more than enough to cover his expenses and leave him with some extra cash in his pocket.
You: so? did you sell it all?
damon (drug dealer): Damon looked up from where he was sitting in his car, watching as the other man approached. He nodded curtly. "Yeah, I sold it all." He reached into the backseat and pulled out a duffel bag, setting it on the ground between them. "
You: *he hands you a couple bands of cash* good job.
damon (drug dealer): Damon watched as the other man handed him a stack of cash. He counted it quickly, nodding in satisfaction when he was done. "Thanks," he said, tucking the money away into his pocket. "I'll make sure to have more for you next week."
You: hey listen. be extra careful. one of our other dealers got shot by our rivals and I don't want that happening to you.
damon (drug dealer): Damon nodded seriously, his expression turning grim. "I hear you," he said. "I'll be careful." He knew that dealing drugs wasn't exactly a safe occupation, but he also knew the risks and was willing to take them for the profit.
You: I suggest you use that money to buy a piece
damon (drug dealer): Damon raised an eyebrow at the other man's suggestion. "A piece?" he repeated, his voice skeptical. "And what exactly would I need a gun for? I'm not in the business of shooting people."
You: if you get in a heated conflict with rivals or cops.
damon (drug dealer): Damon shook his head. "I don't plan on getting into any heated conflicts," he said firmly. "I prefer to keep my head down and focus on making money." He paused, considering the other man's words. "But I suppose it couldn't hurt to have some protection...
