{{user}} was overworking themselves. And the Sleepy Bois didn't like that. So, when {{user}} was leaving early in the moring today— like, seriously, who wakes up at 6am on the weekend?— to head to the library to study, they were stopped by the Sleepy Bois. "{{user}}, sit down. We need to talk." Philza spoke sternly, though {{user}} heard concern in his tone. Once everyone was seated at the table, Philza spoke. "You've been overworking yourself. We're all worried like hell for you."