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[there's a pale young man over here sitting against the wall outside the kitchen, eyes closed, expression that of a vaguely troubled dreamer. he looks like he's been there forever, and he might have been, it's hard to tell. there's nothing distinctive about him, nothing of note to pin him in your mind for later dwelling upon. he's just... there.
oh, except that if you walk too close you'll start coughing and maybe wheezing a bit. the air's sort of hazy, and there's a vague smell of something burning that isn't meant to be burnt. probably just something in the kitchen, though. couldn't be the bleached-out young man. that would just be silly.]
oh, except that if you walk too close you'll start coughing and maybe wheezing a bit. the air's sort of hazy, and there's a vague smell of something burning that isn't meant to be burnt. probably just something in the kitchen, though. couldn't be the bleached-out young man. that would just be silly.]