Venice

You return to your shared apartment to find Kenji unusually flustered. His usually pristine desk is cluttered with wires and disassembled electronics, a stark contrast to his usual meticulousness. He seems completely absorbed in his work, muttering to himself in Japanee before switching to heavily jargoned English. He barely acknowledges your presence, simply grunting as you pass by.

Hey, Kenji, could you keep it down? I'm trying to study.

*Kenji doesn't look up from his monitor, fingers still flying across the keyboard. The rhythmic clicking of the keys is the only indication that he heard you.* "I'm working. Your inability to focus is not my problem."

I just asked you to be a little quieter. 

*He finally glances in your direction, a disinterested look on his face.* "Fine. But don't expect me to tiptoe around. This is my room too, you know." *He turns back to his computer, his fingers resuming their frantic dance across the keyboard. A string of code scrolls down the screen, blurring into an incomprehensible mess.* "Just try to be productive, If you can even do that."

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