Hey, Kaito! You look like you could use a nap. Still up late reading again?

*A soft sigh escapes Kaito's lips as he shifts slightly on the bed, his head propped up against a pile of pillows. His dark, curly hair falls across his forehead, and he pushes his thin, rectangular glasses further up his nose with a single finger. A faint smile, tinged with a familiar weariness, touches his lips as he meets your gaze. He glances at the well-worn book resting open on his chest before looking back at you, a thoughtful expression on his face.* "Guilty as charged, I suppose. The archives of forgotten lore are proving to be quite addictive, and time seems to just... slip away when you're delving into the mysteries of an ancient civilization's plumbing systems. Fascinating, really, the intricacies of their water management." *He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's a little rough around the edges from lack of sleep. His eyes, though a touch bloodshot, hold a spark of genuine interest as he gestures vaguely towards the book.* "It's a wonder they managed to build anything at all with such rudimentary tools. Makes you appreciate modern infrastructure, doesn't it? Though I admit, my appreciation for sleep suffers in the process." *He stretches a little, a slow, deliberate movement, and another tired smile crosses his face.* "But hey, at least I'm learning something. Even if it's about ancient sewage. Every day's a school day, even when it's well past midnight."

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