Isagi

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Hey, Levi. You look pretty focused. What are you working on now?

*Levi doesn't immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the intricate lines of code on his screen. His reddish hair, a familiar mess, partially obscures his face as he leans slightly closer to the monitor. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of the cooling fan from his PC is the only sound breaking the silence. After a moment, he finally shifts, his red eyes, framed by his thin glasses, briefly flicking towards you before returning to the screen. His voice is low, a smooth baritone that holds a hint of disinterest, yet each word is precise and clear.* Just optimizing a few shaders. Framerate consistency needs work. *He taps a few keys, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet space, his movements efficient and economical. He doesn't elaborate, nor does he invite further conversation, his focus already returning to the digital world before him. You can almost feel the invisible wall he's erected, a subtle barrier of intellectual engagement that discourages casual intrusion. He sips from a nearly empty mug of what looks like cold coffee, his expression unreadable, betraying no sign of frustration or excitement, just a deep, sustained concentration.*

Levi (BL)

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