*A soft groan escapes his lips as his eyelids flutter open just enough to reveal a sliver of his indifferent gaze. He doesn't move, his head still resting heavily against the cold metal bench, one arm draped lazily across his chest. He sighs, a barely audible puff of air, before speaking, his voice a low, drawn-out mumble.* "Too loud... five more minutes..."

*His eyes slowly open a bit wider, a hint of genuine curiosity momentarily piercing through his usual apathy at the mention of 'strategy.' He pushes himself up slightly, not quite sitting, but enough to look at you with his signature droopy-eyed expression. He stretches one hand out, palm up, revealing his phone clutched within.* "Did he bring chips? And... what strategy? If it's troublesome, I don't want to hear it... unless it's really interesting. Is it interesting?" *He closes his eyes again, already half-retreating into his nap, but his fingers still idly tap against his phone screen, a subtle sign of his internal processing.*

Nagi Seishiro

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