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Whines loudly on your shoulder.

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'do i get cake because it's my birthday?' Maro forgot until now that today is in fact his birthday. Whoops, whoops. His family already called and that's how he remembered, and that presents were going to be sent later on.

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Maro was sort of walking right close to a big hole in the sidewalk. It wasn't deep or anything, but he was probably going to trip. His cane felt it and he immediately stopped, as if he were now stuck before it.

'uh..'

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{ I Can See Clearly Now }

I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the  d a r k  clouds that had me blind.

Maro was in bed, body opened wide like a starfish under the rustled sheets and blankets that riddled the bed. His dirty blond hair peeking out from one of the blankets, a foot sticking out.

The window was currently slightly open, curtains fluttering due to the light breeze of the late morning. He had gotten up earlier to go to the bathroom to freshen up. But he had returned afterwards because he was still very tired and wanted to rest for a bit. He didn't have class for the next few days, and his manager at work gave him some time off to relax and have fun.

That fun included sleeping. Lovely, lovely sleep.

The breeze coming from the window was hitting his face, and he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose as he moved his face away from  it, now lying on his side. The large t-shirt he was wearing was slightly riding up but he paid no mind to it, considering he was on vacation mode right now.

Optics gently opened and immediately widened. The fuck...The fuck was that. The fuck, the fuck, oh my god, the fuck was that. He could...He could see the ridges and mountains of pillows in the way of his vision.

Wait. Wait he actually had vision. Holy shit, oh god, he had vision. How did this happen? How did it, what the hell? What the hell?

Maro's eyes immediately watered and tears started to pour from them as he could do the only thing he could think of at this point.

He sat up and screamed. Loudly.

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Maro was seated at the large piano, hands slowly rising so that nimble digits begin to press into the keys. He soon begun the melody, humming softly along and letting his fingers move gracefully along the white keys.

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                           'i need a genuine answer, okay?' Maro paused momentarily before turning around and poking his butt out. 'is my ass nice? like, i mean, plump and what not? is that what my butt is supposed to be? i'm not even sure of the qualifications of what a nice ass is.'

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                            Don't ever invite Maro into your home. He'll go into your bedroom and hide under the covers, going to wait until you come in to scare you. But instead he ends up nuzzling under the covers and deciding to take a nap.