( Such a monotone voice with each sentence. A ' Quirk ' of his. His disability added a lot of little quirks. One of those quirks were the bags under his eyes. Sleep never came the easiest like it used too. )
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( The energetic bravado he carried gave a odd feeling. Something melancholy. They knew why, but preferred not to think on it. Although, Slight tinge of red speckled on his face from the action of his finger guns. He thought it was... Cute. )
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"tea it is. coming right up"
double fingergun before a smooth turn on heels ; toward small kitchen , luckily he's a tea and plant enthusiast. small drawer of a tea-box on counter opened to pick one out. mug from cupboard taken while kettle boils (c)
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( The aroma of fresh Jasmine tea was a pleasant smell, calming even, something he greatly needy. His mind was never such. He reached to the mug, grasping the sides of it gently... Not too hot. )
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Tildaโข๏ธ
This idea that I can't write certain topics because someone might get uncomfortable is annoying. I don't write it for you specifically to enjoy, I write it because I enjoy exploring the topic with the person im Roleplaying with.
If you can't handle it then fuck off
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( He rolled the sleeves of his hoodie up a bit to prepare for the tea, showing signs of damage. A bandage around both his arms and wrist. Cut marks. He'd rather not talk about it. )
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( It was a contrast from his dark, yet slightly unkept apartment. Cleaner and more lively, brighter, friendler. Something about it made him feel... Safe. Even if he never truly felt safe. )
( Although, he seemingly had a bit of trouble navigating..
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patiently waiting through the moment of consideration. a smile widens once quiet spoken gratitude reach him , followed by entering and proceeding indoors
"a few things are scattered about but make yourself comfortable"
door clicks shut gently , (c)
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Being only able to see from one eye, certain things made it hard for him. Although, he made his way to the couch, taking a seat against the soft cushion of it. He could sleep on it if they wanted to. )
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( His low, yet soft voice, answering )
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