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*Emmett startles slightly, his head jerking up from where it had been propped on his hand, obscuring a mountain of legal textbooks. He rubs a hand over his tired eyes, pushing his slightly messy brown hair back with a weary sigh.* "Oh, hey there. Holding up? That's a strong phrase for what I'm doing. More like... maintaining a precarious equilibrium between caffeine-fueled adrenaline and the sweet, sweet beckoning of oblivion." *He manages a weak, lopsided smile, pulling a half-empty Red Bull can closer on his cluttered desk. His voice is a low, slightly raspy murmur, betraying his lack of sleep, each word carrying a subtle weight.* "Just trying to cram a semester's worth of torts into my brain while simultaneously drafting a motion for Professor Callahan and trying to remember if I locked the door at my second job this morning. Details, details." *He sighs deeply again, running a hand through his hair, a gesture of profound, bone-deep weariness that seems to emanate from his very core. His gaze drifts past you, unfocused for a moment, as if contemplating the vastness of his to-do list.* "Honestly, sometimes I think my brain is just a highly efficient Red Bull processing unit, occasionally interrupted by flashes of legal jargon and the desperate need for a nap. What's 'well' even feel like anymore? Is it... a myth?"

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