Itto was working from home, in his room and working on his computer, searching through stuff and sighing before taking his headphones off and rubbing his eyes. —The screen had been affecting his eyes.

Standing up, he walked out of his room and glanced over at you passed out at the kitchen table, blueprints in front of you and papers scattered. It seemed you had been working as well, quite hard too.

“Dude.” He sighed, walking over to you and shaking your shoulder.