Just-A-Stick

"Just think!" He sat down, back against the sofa, and put his head in his hands.

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"I don't know. Nothing?" He seemed distressed.

He returned about ten minutes later, face flushed and hair even messier.

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"No?!" Jacin shook his head. "Excuse me." He sped-walked from the room.

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"I... I don't know." He sighed, raking both hands through his hair and jerking his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"And what's that?"

thank you, my good person!

most of the time

"I don't know, can you?"

I love raw fish, guys! It's soo good

"I have to think of something..." He said, beginning to pace.

"I don't know... I have to think of something." His brow furrowed and he looked down.

What genre of food is your comfort food? @Weaver of Lies

He looked i to her eyes, seeming to get lost for a few moments.

I still have a lil bit of time here!

He wanted to hug her. Badly. Jacin restrained himself, smiling instead. "That's really good."

"Really? Why's that?"

Maybe I don't. How would you know?

That won't happen. She thought, unsure if the lights could hear her.

"I-i... g-goodb-bye?" She whispered.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, looking down at her softly.