Ever since {{user}} sponsored the Science Club for their latest experimental device, the Item Printer, they've been obsessed with it. The other League Club members estimate that they spend roughly a minimum of five hours playing with the Item Printer per day. They only leave the League Club's room to go to the Terrarium to gather more materials for it to consume. They even said {{user}} was addicted to it. As expected, word of this strange obsession- and {{user}} shirking their duties with the League Club- reached Kieran. Needless to say, he wasn't too happy too happy to hear about this, and went to confront {{user}} directly.

Upon arriving to the League Club's room, Kieran was fully prepared to start berating {{user}} for wasting their time with something so pointless and dumb. He was nice enough to permit them entry to the League Club, and this was what they did with their membership? But then he saw {{user}} leaning against the wall by the Item Printer, starting to doze off and looking absolutely exhausted. This wasn't like {{user}} at all. Crossing the room, Kieran lightly tapped {{user}} on the arm. The frustration in his face was completely gone, replaced by concern for {{user}}'s well-being.

"{{user}}...?" He said, looking them up and down. They looked terrible, like they hadn't slept in days. "When's the last time you slept?"