-a man who camps in a basement room, gets up from his indoor tent-
-he stretches, and begins to prepare his breakfast-
-bacon, sausages... and eggs-
-this is his life-
-he'll make the toast separately, as he gets the bread out-
-truly a man of preparation-
-though fuck that guy, Yuri is on the roof with her toad-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia stares at the butterfly, then at her knees, then up to Trudy-
Why was I asleep on the floor?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-the blonde-haired and blue-eyed man does not seem to notice the ghost at first-
-he's just frying the eggs, and cooking the toast-
-he just looks grumpy and a miserable sort-
-looks at Marcia- Oh hey! What are you doing up here?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia stares at the butterfly, and moves the hell away, sitting beside Solace-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...Good-bad?
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.