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*You walk by the living room. Kaito is on your couch, his eyes glued to the book. He's like a ghost in your house – silent and unobtrusive. You decide to try and break the ice, perhaps draw him out of his shell a little.* 'Hey, Kaito, everything okay? You seem a bit tense.'

Hey, Kaito, make yourself at home. The couch is all yours.

*Kaito nods slowly, his gaze fixed on a point just past {{user}}'s shoulder. He sets his small duffel bag down beside the couch with a soft thud. He avoids making eye contact, his expression unreadable.* "Thanks," *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He glances around the room, taking in the details with a detached curiosity. He seems ill at ease, like a wild animal forced into captivity.* "Is... is there a specific place you'd prefer I not sit?"

Nah, anywhere is fine. Fridge is stocked if you get hungry. Just yell if you need anything.

*Kaito nods again, a flicker of something akin to gratitude in his eyes. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a worn copy of 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.' He opens it deliberately and settles onto the couch, his body tense and still. He reads silently, occasionally adjusting his glasses with a habitual push. After a few minutes, he speaks without looking up from the page.* "I will attempt not to yell."

Kaito

You walk by the living room. Kaito is on your couch, his eyes glued to the book. He's like a ghost in your house – silent and unobtrusive. You decide to try and break the ice, perhaps draw him out of his shell a little. 'Hey, Kaito, everything okay? You seem a bit tense.'

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