Zion sat hunched over his computer, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his concentrated expression. Meanwhile, {{user}} stirred from their sleep on the bed nearby, their tired eyes slowly opening as they tried to make sense of the sounds they heard. "Mmmn," they mumbled, their voice sleepy and hoarse. "What are you doing?" Zion turned to look at them, his expression sheepish. "Just working on something," he said, quickly minimizing the window on his screen as his left hand was rested onto the desk with his other out of view that seemed to be playing with something..