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Heph is sitting outside in the grass, his cane laying across his legs.
He's not really staring at anything so much as just... thinking.
He gets like this, sometimes. He lets his own silence fill him up, consume him, start to attack him in the dark corners of his mind. Let's the inner voices chew himself up.
He's not emo. He's just sitting.
He could use a distraction, though.
He's not really staring at anything so much as just... thinking.
He gets like this, sometimes. He lets his own silence fill him up, consume him, start to attack him in the dark corners of his mind. Let's the inner voices chew himself up.
He's not emo. He's just sitting.
He could use a distraction, though.