#;open: musing

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　　❝ —I am an adult...❞  He speaks, softly, reassuring himself, as his hand gently tucked his physical copy of DOOM Eternal™ inside of his jacket, then proceeds to zip it up. ❝ I make adult decisions.❞

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　He’s just chilling. Eating cherries. A fair amount of knotted cherry stems lie by his side on the table, and he spit one more and immediately popped another cherry into his mouth. He’s actually entertained.

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　　❝ A-Ah...❞  He can’t reach the books on the upper shelves, no matter what he did. Asking for help? Not quite an appealing thought... He considered finding a set of stairs, but trying to bring little attention on him would prove to be difficult.

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　　❝ Chocolate is overrated. A true valentine would give me their credit card information and a copy of their ID card.❞

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Customer service smile. Customer service smile. Customer service smile...

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　―A nightmare. Another one, of countless already. He’d dreamed of his death once again, of the panic rising as he watched the splotches of blood on his clothes grow further and spill. Of the numbness after the pain, of laying on a deathbed and feeling his breath and consciousness vanish at the sound of a ticking clock.

　He was growing sick of these.

　So he dressed himself back up and went on a walk, seeking for the solace of night-time.

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　　Christmas beanie? Christmas beanie!

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　He’s feeling in rather high spirits today, so he might as well take a chance to tidy up his place, put on some neat clothes and go over to the nearby coffee shop—this time, he’s buying himself a white mocha with the extra cash he got from his late night shift.