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A young man in his early twenties enters. He's nothing special to look at, though he's pleasant, attractive in a sort of bland, comfortable way, and he wears a confused half-smile, running his hand through his sandy blond hair.
Look, I might have made a wrong turn somewhere or I might just be stupid, maybe I didn't get enough sleep, but I can't seem to get out of here. Can anyone give me directions? Or maybe a ride, or something? It's like some kind of maze.
And they say men never ask for directions.
Typist: A completely reset Jordan Nathanson here: Raphael/OCspawn, flutist, born-again Christian, and Vincenzo Pendergast's ex-boyfriend. Do enjoy him; he doesn't bite.
Look, I might have made a wrong turn somewhere or I might just be stupid, maybe I didn't get enough sleep, but I can't seem to get out of here. Can anyone give me directions? Or maybe a ride, or something? It's like some kind of maze.
And they say men never ask for directions.
Typist: A completely reset Jordan Nathanson here: Raphael/OCspawn, flutist, born-again Christian, and Vincenzo Pendergast's ex-boyfriend. Do enjoy him; he doesn't bite.