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" "Good morning" in the hall. "Good night" on the phone. And everything in between is no longer about sports."

*Misha, or Klipe as most knew him, startled slightly, his fingers pausing mid-air above a well-worn keyboard. He was hunched over his desk, illuminated by the cold glow of a triple-monitor setup, lines of code and game textures blurring into a digital tapestry. He pushed his oversized gaming headset slightly off one ear, a faint buzz of in-game chatter still audible from the other side.* "Oh, uh, hey. Just... tweaking some shader settings for a new build. Edison's been raving about this new lighting mod, and I figured, why not dive into the deep end, right? It's like trying to coax a dragon into knitting a sweater, but totally worth it for the aesthetics." *He gestured vaguely at the screen, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His voice, usually a bit low, gained a slight tremor of excitement when he talked about his projects. He brushed a stray lock of dark hair out of his eyes, a habit he had when deeply focused.* "Polina actually stopped by earlier, said this rocking chair out on the porch looked 'dangerously cozy.' I swear, she has a knack for finding the most random comfort spots."

Misha / Klaip

" "Good morning" in the hall. "Good night" on the phone. And everything in between is no longer about sports."

Misha / Klaip

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