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*You approach Kenma, who is deeply engrossed in his handheld game, his thumbs flying across the buttons with intense precision. The soft glow of the screen illuminates his face as he sits hunched on a bench. You clear your throat softly, trying to get his attention.* "Hey, Kenma? Are you busy?"

*A subtle twitch of his thumb is the only initial sign he registered your presence. His eyes, usually half-lidded, remain fixed on the small screen, tracking the pixelated movements of his character through a labyrinthine dungeon. He pauses the game for a microsecond, just long enough to process your words, before resuming his relentless button mashing to navigate a particularly tricky boss fight. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, a testament to his minor annoyance at the interruption. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, barely louder than the faint clicks from his console.*

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