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fingers distract themselves with the one year chip hidden deep within his pocket, thaddeus' chest constricting from the world of indulgences that are celebrated around him. he doesn't carry a drink. doesn't partake in the festivities before the clock announces the new year. instead, thaddeus observes his surroundings & judges a party which he knows he would have thrown better, the house of yes sitting vacant this new years eve as everyone & their mother have gathered here. it leaves him bitter & restless, like a man who serves to work & doesn't know what to do with his hands when he has the night off. and so without another option, he decides to move, tearing his gaze away from a decoration hanging precariously on the ceiling, not apologizing when his shoulder bumps into another — the collision causing his one year chip to fall from his pocket & onto the floor without him realizing.