[Not backdated. 3:30 AM, Sunday. Accidental or not? Who knows!]
[Voice starts low: muttered, under his breath, a continuous stream of words over sounds of transit; footfalls and doors closing]
Annoyed.Annoyed.Annoyed.Annoyedannoyedannoyedannoyed-
Eeeeeh, who can sleep with that damn clock? I'm asking who the hell could?! Tick tick tick
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... No.
[OOC: WHY ARE YOU AWAKE /WRINGS HANDS]
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[ooc; uijoefklsd ....cause ? sob...no rly i go soon... ]
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[get dressed first; fury dissipated by the distraction of a possible answer, Shizuo realizes he's standing outside at 4 in the morning in naught but flannel pants.]
... you're up late.
[ooc: ;____; your schedule WHY IS IT THAT]
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I was restless.
[ ooc; ahiokesflkl it's okay lmijegkds;kl....has it been an hour yet..../eyes clock... ]
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[It'd be weirder to have an audio feed connected while dressing, except he's so damn tired he can't even think about it. Not that he's about to pry into that. Even he gets why that might be the case, with the City alone.]
Aa.
[ ooc: lsdfkds it isn't okayyyy but if you say so... have as good a day as you can!! ]
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Some people think of the Hall as a sad place, but it's sensible really---the one way to be positively certain of one of the few things we can be certain about here to begin with.
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