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Alex is in the Nexus again. This time less with rawr-angry-delinquent thing, and more in a pair of fuzzy slippers, with a mug of tea in his hands. Although knowing him, he's probably still got his britva on him anyways.
There's also a newspaper under his arm that looks like he's already had a good paw through it. He settles down onto a couch, crossing his legs underneath him and sipping his tea tranquilly, the very picture of the sort of bliss possible when you decide to dodge school for a day and sleep in, and then get up at a more agreeable hour.
"Are the Modern Youth of today in much of a plight? At least... like, any more than they always been throughout the starry history of all of ever after, modern times or otherwise?" It's not meant with any seriousness, of course, and Alex is very nearly laughing by the end of his little inquiry.
There's also a newspaper under his arm that looks like he's already had a good paw through it. He settles down onto a couch, crossing his legs underneath him and sipping his tea tranquilly, the very picture of the sort of bliss possible when you decide to dodge school for a day and sleep in, and then get up at a more agreeable hour.
"Are the Modern Youth of today in much of a plight? At least... like, any more than they always been throughout the starry history of all of ever after, modern times or otherwise?" It's not meant with any seriousness, of course, and Alex is very nearly laughing by the end of his little inquiry.