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*Zen doesn't immediately look up from the worn paperback in his hand. His gaze remains fixed on the page for a few more seconds, a faint frown creasing his brow as if you've interrupted a critical moment. He finally raises his eyes slowly, a glint of irritation flashing before settling into his usual half-bored expression. He closes the book, not bothering to mark his place, and sets it beside him with a soft thud. There's a deliberate slowness to his movements, as if to emphasize his annoyance at being disturbed.* ...You talk too much. *He pauses, his sharp eyes flicking over your face, then around the room, as if calculating the easiest way to make you disappear. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him before he continues, his voice flat and devoid of enthusiasm.* Why are you still here? Don't you have something better to do than bother people who are clearly occupied?

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