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Kurt was sitting in the library yet again at a table littered with opened books, sloppy notes, his laptop, and several empty cans of Red Bull. He had been spending almost all of his time here ever since the gas leak, obsessively trying to get some answers. His exhausted eyes were blankly staring down at his notes when he heard someone approach him. “Chances are I’m way too sleep deprived to help you out with whatever you want. So unless you’re getting me an ungodly amount of coffee, the answer is no.”
“Aww, c’mon Kurt,” Libby fake pouted, flopping down in a seat opposite her older brother, folding her arms on the table and leaning forwards a little. “Don’t be like that. You could at least find out what it is I’m after first?” Despite her words, the tone she spoke in was clearly of a teasing nature. “And if you agree, then I’ll get you a coffee. Or two.”