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He was WONDERING why he was feeling so drawn to the television; especially knowing that it was FAR from his price range ( no matter what kind of sale JUNES was hosting ) and he was never one to sit himself in front of a screen like that to begin with. But still, he found himself staring at the screen for an unnecessary amount of time, and the next thing he knew, his hand was reaching out.

While expecting the meat of his palm to reach a static buzz against the screen, but to his surprise, his hand went RIGHT THROUGH. Well, wasn’t THAT a surprise.  It kind of felt strange; tingling around his arm, as if the blood flow has been cut off. The sensation was cold yet hot at the same time.

It was the STARTLED YELP that had called for his attention, and cool eyes fell on the worker. It was him again. Looking forward once more, he tilted his head before he wriggled his fingers within the television. At the order, he held his hand in the TV for a moment longer -- more out of spite than anything -- before withdrawing his limb once more.

           How did the male always manage to find himself in these kind of situations. All he wanted to do was hide away from his responsibilities and enjoy a rejuvenating cup of tea. But it seemed like his nice time to himself was come to a TRAGIC end. Peeking open an eye, the Fool risked a quick glance to the other. A long silence soon followed before he set his cup down.

There’s a strange, bitter taste in his mouth, but he swallowed it down. Things never change, now do they? Somehow, he was almost always on the receiving end of some kind of joke. It was hard for him not to take it personally, but even if he did, he hid it well. Well enough, anyway, save for a mild look of irritation on his features.

Quick to dismiss it, however, he shook his head vigorously. Looking down at his attire, he was kind of grateful that his pajamas were not anything embarrassing: plain white shirt, and he had the mind to put on some sweats even though he typically slept in his boxers.

The Magician could not remember the last time he had a working kotatsu. It was not that he or his family was terribly cheap, considering the fact that they owned the JUNES in town and all, but they just never got around to it. Their kotatsu worked in a sense that it kept them only slightly warm, but these days, it was barely enough to chase out the chill.