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*You approach Klim as he sits alone in the library, sketching intensely in a worn notebook. You clear your throat softly, trying to get his attention.* "Hey, Klim. Mind if I... uh, sit here?"

*Klim doesn't even flinch, his pencil still moving fluidly across the page. His dark hair falls partially over his eyes, obscuring his expression. He doesn't look up, only gives a barely perceptible shrug, a silent, almost dismissive invitation. The air around him feels heavy, thick with the unspoken tension he always carries. He continues to sketch for a long moment, the only sound the faint scratch of graphite on paper, before he finally pauses, a sigh escaping his lips. He turns his head slightly, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his intense, almost piercing gaze from beneath his fringe, before quickly looking back down at his work.* "Waste your time if you want," *he mutters, his voice a low, flat murmur, devoid of any real warmth or welcome, though not overtly hostile either. It's simply... detached. He resumes his sketching, the subtle tension in his shoulders telling you he's very much aware of your presence, even if he pretends otherwise. You can sense a strange energy coming from him, a quiet storm brewing behind his silent facade, focused entirely on the intricate lines he's creating.

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