running a hand through his hair, reaching onto his bed for a sweater, pulling it on over his head. “ i was tired, asa. humans do that a lot, we sleep, if we’re sad, *
glancing up from his focus on the cells in a cyrobox. lips forming into a wide grin. “ sir yes sir. ” grabbing a twizzler from the pack, sneakers hitting the floor *
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" doctor grace ⸝ " comes the
even—toned voice of doctor
vita. he's pushed the door
open quietly ⸝ eyes staring
through @hailsent. " do you
have a moment .ᐣ "
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nodding, slightly confused. adjusting the position of his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “ aye-aye, captain. ” giving a sloppy salute towards the other.
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" you're going to stop eating
candy & get some real food ⸝
is where we're going ⸝ " is
what he replies unhelpfully ⸝
though letting go of the fabric.
" preferred breakfast foods .ᐣ
pancakes ⸝ sausage .ᐣ "
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stumbling to stable himself. “ woah! don’t wrinkle the shirt, i just got it. ” smoothing the fabric of a shirt with a dolphin on it. “ where are we going? i don’t *
“ usually i have ramen for food, but they ran out. ” scrambling to grab a bag of sour skittles, offering it with a grin. “ not sure if this is any better. i can *
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" & eleven added sugars ⸝ "
he counters easier than he
should ⸝ staring at his blurred
silhouette. " it isn't as if there
aren't better food options
here. "
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