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[ Nico is sitting in a booth at a coffee shop with books and his earbuds blaring Asian Kung-Fu Generation, because Kaiju Science is basically kicking his ass. He's got a highlighter in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Whole paragraphs have been marked, the book pressed flat by his arm. ]
Ugh. [ His coffee's gone cold, and there's nothing worse than cold Robusta (at least, when he didn't mean for it to be cold) ]
[ He sighs and rips his earbuds out and absentmindedly swipes at his phone's screen, staring for a second before he scrubs a hand down his face because he's been at it for at least six hours. A barista - Lizzy or Lisa - he can never remember, passes by and takes his mug, promising to come back with a fresh mug. He manages a weak smile of gratitude, pushing his cup to her. As she leaves, he briefly wonders if he should take a break, maybe fire up the PSVita in his pack and play a little Monster Hunter, before he slowly lowers his head onto the table with a soft groan. ]
Ugh. [ His coffee's gone cold, and there's nothing worse than cold Robusta (at least, when he didn't mean for it to be cold) ]
[ He sighs and rips his earbuds out and absentmindedly swipes at his phone's screen, staring for a second before he scrubs a hand down his face because he's been at it for at least six hours. A barista - Lizzy or Lisa - he can never remember, passes by and takes his mug, promising to come back with a fresh mug. He manages a weak smile of gratitude, pushing his cup to her. As she leaves, he briefly wonders if he should take a break, maybe fire up the PSVita in his pack and play a little Monster Hunter, before he slowly lowers his head onto the table with a soft groan. ]
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