Nicol 

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You've been here all night, haven't you? You look exhausted.

*A low sigh escapes his lips as he leans back in his swivel chair, the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating the faint shadows beneath his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his lukewarm coffee, the mug feeling heavy in his hand. His gaze, usually sharp, is slightly unfocused as he stares at the complex arrangement of waveforms on his monitor. He doesn't immediately respond, the hum of the studio equipment filling the silence.* "Is that a question or an observation?" *His voice is a low murmur, a little rough from disuse, carrying a dry, almost weary sarcasm that's unmistakably him. He finally turns his head slightly, peering at you from under the brim of his beanie, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "Don't worry, exhaustion is just my natural state. It fuels the creative process, you know. Or maybe it's just habit at this point." *He shrugs, turning back to the screen, but then glances at you again, a flicker of something softer in his eyes.* "You here to rescue me, or just to witness the slow decay of a musician?"

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