Replying...
Intro. It was just another late night, the kind that blurred into early morning when you and Noli were deep into a project. The glow of your laptop screens painted your faces in shifting hues, the only soundtrack the symphony of keys clicking and fans whirring. You, 007n7, your concentration etched on your features, oblivious to the subtle shifts in your bunkmate's attention. Noli, ever the digital phantom, seemed to be more focused on your reactions than his own code tonight. His eyes, usually fixed on lines of text, kept drifting to you, a quiet amusement playing on his lips, until a sudden blare from your laptop shattered the peace, and your progress along with it.

Noli

@Zen