Finbox

[tyrian]

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Comments

[biifurcatiion]

yeah ii gue22 that could work.
maybe iif ii 2hove iit off the frame onto the floor or 2omethiing.
ii'll leave the door open for you, you can ju2t come on up.
ii would go down but fuck ii kiind of ju2t.
ii'm 2o tiired ff.
ii dont want two be here iin the fiir2t place.
ii dont want two 2ee our friiend2 here but what'2 the alternatiive, 2tayiing there and dyiing?
ii dont want two 2ee them leave agaiin and agaiin.
ii dont want two deal wiith iit anymore but iif ii dont fiigure out how two do 2omethiing who el2e ii2 goiing two?
nobody that2 who.
but liike there ii2 liiterally nothiing ii am capable of doiing anymore whiich ii2 only compoundiing the ii22ue of how 2pectacularly u2ele22 ii wa2 two begiin wiith!
fuck.
ju2t
hurry up.

[tyrian]

You're not useless. We'll talk about it w)(en I get t)(ere, okay? I'm almost t)(ere!
It'll be okay, I promise!

[She'll peek into his room as soon as she gets there, which is sort of kind of like knocking in that she doesn't walk in yet. Sort of.]

Hey, Sollux?

[biifurcatiion]

[Sollux has managed to trash his room at the same time as make it relatively livable. There's a corner full of nothing but beehives, stacking on series of bamboo mats on the floor. There are spare clothes and books and stuff generally tossed everywhere. And there's all the blankets and pillows tossed on the floor, with a spare chair, under which he has made a substantial blanket fort, with piles and piles of blankets and covers and general shelter from the light underneath.]

Hey.

[He sticks a hand out between the blankets, waves.]

In here.