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T-Shot troubles. | @vicodinvindication

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It was quite embarrassing. Pathetic, really.

He’d been repeating the same steps of taking his t-shots once a week for years, yet there were just some moments—especially during depressive episodes—where he didn’t exactly feel the best. This made it ten times harder to get the motivation for this grueling routine.

Like for example, right now.

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4:30 AM.

Wilson yawned, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sluggishly made his way down the hallway towards the bathroom. Switching the lights on, he closed the door—leaving it halfway.

He took a few seconds to look at himself in the mirror. Exhausted eyes, ruffled up hair, lips chapped, the usual—however it gave him a sudden pang of insecurity. He hated looking like a mess, but before he was able to get ready—he needed to start his weekly t-shot. He usually does it every Monday—but now that it’s Tuesday—there wasn’t a later time to do it other than now.

Wilson let out a deep sigh, finger-brushing his hair a-little before opening up the mirror to look into the small compartment behind it. He took ahold of a small, rectangular, blue plastic box and placed it on the edge of the sink before closing the mirror back up.

Once thoroughly sanitizing his hands, he sat on the closed toilet lid and took the box into his lap; opening it up, he started to prep the needle for injection—begrudgingly.

While he usually heard House up by this time, Wilson must’ve been so worked up by the needle-induced anxiety that he didn’t hear the tapping of the mans cane—and before he could process and call out—the door was swiftly pushed open.

"Uhh.. Kenji are you sure we can eat all this?? It's a lotta food for only two people..

I mean.. I guess your fuckin' fatass could eat all this."

Setting: Burger joint

RJ sighed softly as he waited for the kid to bound up. There was a small joy in the knowledge that he'd get to spend some time with them. The kid was full of boundless energy and in some ways reminded them of Kanjo, though that might just be the fact that they had a limited scope of people they even really knew.

They glanced at their phone every so often, thoughts on several conversations they'd been having. He'd have to put it down at some point but the thoughts were werring through that.

This would probably be good though, get thier mind off things, allow them to relax. It was probably good for them to forget about what was happening for a while. It was all interconnected, all related to a past he didn't want to think about but with this maybe he'd get a break from thinking about it. Hopefully, at least.

After searching high and low, the two finally found the akuma. See him, mouton tried to find the akumatized item, seeing a large cane with a ? symbol on the tip that seemed like a pretty clear one. It was time to end this chaos.