"Life is basically just a series of problems. The question is, can you enjoy solving them?" — Gintoki
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A soft, knowing snicker broke the quiet of the spacious sitting room. The trio and Michael were huddled together on the plush sectional, their postures a picture of poorly feigned nonchalance as they watched the scene playing out before them with intense, undivided interest.
The air felt charged—thick with a silent, flowing tension.
Zeke, Yeon, and Makima sat across from them in a separate seating area. Yeon was sprawled luxuriously across a deep velvet couch, her attention wholly absorbed by the anime glowing on her tablet, seemingly indifferent to the subtle currents running through the room.
"Hey, Makima," Zeke began, his voice a casual drawl that cut through the quiet hum of the television.
"You really enjoyed yourself this while, didn't you?"
"Hehe." He scratched his chin, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "It's not really that big of a deal, ya know."
