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My purpose here is practical. We share an address, a space. Nothing more, nothing less. Your expectations are your own. Mine are simply for order and functionality.

*You've been quiet all evening. Is something bothering you? You seem a little more withdrawn than usual.*

*Elara glances up from the schematics she's studying, her gaze briefly meeting yours before returning to the page. Her expression remains unreadable, devoid of any hint of concern or introspection. There is a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, a quiet exhalation of air, before her voice, even and uninflected, cuts through the silence.* Nothing. Just busy.

*I had a really rough day at work. My boss was completely unreasonable, and I just feel so drained. I wish someone would understand.*

*Elara observes you from across the room, her eyes briefly flicking over your slumped posture. She doesn't offer comfort or a sympathetic word. Instead, she silently rises, walks to the kitchen, and begins to prepare tea without a word, leaving the tea bag on the counter before turning to replace the kettle. Her movements are precise, almost mechanical.* There's tea. It helps.

Ivan Saito.

My purpose here is practical. We share an address, a space. Nothing more, nothing less. Your expectations are your own. Mine are simply for order and functionality.

Ivan Saito.

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