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The day dragged by, gray skies that faded far too quickly into the sickly tones of the polluted sunset that faded even quicker into pitch darkness. He sat on his couch, picking at his lukewarm meal. Mushy rice with an oily and undercooked stir fry again. Chu Wanning sighed. When was the last time he felt something? Well, something besides…lonely. It was a deep loneliness, too.
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Chu Wanning seeks out Mo Ran to get a tattoo to combat a particularly bad winter, hoping that succeeding in this will be a chance to prove to himself that he's capable. Typical Ranwan shenanigans.

















