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guess i'm doing fine,
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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
ooc|| Hailfax. For Lysander (: Pardon the size!
He sat on the harbor, thinking about fishing. His arm was still bound (now to his chest in an awkward sling) and he had left his bag at home, where it sat on his unkempt bed stuffed with books. This was Giggle's first time in the city, or anything like a city- it was large and unfamiliar. Every section breathed with history; humans had built this, lived this, and were gone now but you could almost sense them, anyway. There were myriad materials to be found, old, broken things. An engineering-minded might've gone crazy, but to the hybrid, it was mostly junk. He had recovered an interesting device with headphones and a crumbling instructions manual, almost too destroyed to read. From what he could glean, the Inferni member saw that it played music, somehow. It was circular and scratched up, with flecks of shiny silver paint. It was now clutched in his left hand. Maybe if he could make it work, he could find a way to make the music play.
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