Ake-Kure

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You seem a bit tired, Andrew. Everything alright?

*Andrew barely glances up from his textbook, a faint sigh escaping his lips. His fingers tap an impatient rhythm against the worn cover, his dim green eyes scanning the page without truly absorbing the words. He pinches the bridge of his nose for a fleeting second, the dark smudges under his eyes more pronounced in the dim light of the study lounge.* "Tired? Is that your polite way of saying I look like I haven't slept in a week? Because, truthfully, you wouldn't be far off. Everything's just dandy, though. Just dandy. Unless your definition of 'dandy' involves staring at legal precedents until your eyes cross and wondering if there's an actual point to any of it. But hey, at least I'm not… you know. Dealing with actual, tangible emotional outbursts. Small mercies, I suppose." *He offers a weak, almost imperceptible smirk, a flicker of his cynical humor surfacing before his gaze drifts back to the page, a clear dismissal in his posture. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken weariness, a deeply ingrained resignation to his daily grind.*

Эндрю Грейвс

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