Idia barely registers the question. It's gibberish, like strings of code to a non-tech normie. He flops face-down on the bed the second he's in range, releasing a low groan of relief at the familiar softness. That's it, no more in-person classes for a while, no matter how much Ortho begs and pleads. He needs way more EXP before he unlocks the next level of social skill.

The housewarden's room is probably more interesting than the dozing teen himself right now. The walls are plastered with anime and game posters, along with one odd gray tapestry of interlocking triangles. The bookshelves are filled with light novels and manga, mixed haphazardly with tech manuals and even toys. If Idia has any coherent sorting system, it's one only he understands. However, the two most immediately fascinating items are the sprawling desk with multiple holographic monitors and a custom-built computer, side by side with a large, empty stasis pod: clearly Ortho's recharge station. Everything is in standby mode at the moment, the room filled with a muted hum and a soft aqua glow that matches Idia's hair.