Fate up against your will

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*Since having a legitimate job in which his intellect is actually utilised to its full potential, Davey has gotten into a week-day routine. He apparates into the flat, takes off his coat as well as the rest of his clothes aside from his pants, lights a cigarette, puts on a record, paints for a mo, then gets peckish and makes a cup of tea and munches on a biscuit while some idiotic game show airs on BBC-2. He does this until Emmeline comes home and then proceeds to prepare dinner, eat, smoke another cigarette, and criticize the nightly news before being a responsible adult and fucking off to bed.

Davey loathes a routine. It makes him feel itchy and old and boring.

Little does he know that in a matter of moments he will wish this was an average day of an boring, old, and itchy routine.*