@malpractiice : ❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜
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Sᴛᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ coffee has long reached room temperature, forgotten and tiny particles of dust starting to set on the surface. Not enough to be worrisome just yet (and truth be told? He'd still drink it if he'd remember it existed, he's put worse into his body), pen between his fingers idly tapping against the table. There's no specific beat or pattern to it, and it sure would be annoying if he were to register it (and maybe it is for her), but his brain is somewhere entirely else than his body is right now. Nothing unusual, he gets like that a lot. It's only gotten worse by now.
"Rules've always been guidelines. Suggestions. Somethin' meant t' be looked at an' found ways 'round 'em, or through, if necessary. That's jus' pretendin' there's jus' one single outcome t' things. One single path. There's never; it's somethin' people who can't live with their own choices tell themselves."
This could go deeper, of course, could delve into a whole debate over morality, but he's long abandoned the thought of being anywhere near a position where he could judge on that. (Not that the people that tend to do so are in any better to do such.)
"But I guess one can justify anythin' if they jus' look for reasonin' long 'nough, huh? Maybe even more so than a different solution."












