#inquires

Well, I am no expert on healthy lifestyles, but I say you might need some sleep.

This is a perfect example of how I look when overstimulated.

I sit down (if possible) and pull myself together (for like compression and shit). Ideally with a blanket too.

So I ask again.

Why dont you meet me in the Whirling-In-Rags today? About an hour?

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-Neil Anderson

Soft footfalls padded across the hard floor as Neil made his way into the Whirling-In-Rags. He looked around slowly, taking in a slow deep breath. Toxicology, biohazard, all that was new to him in a way, but it seemed potentially familiar. The recluse’s hands grew clammy, causing him to wipe them off on his pants, sitting down on one of the empty tables. It was mostly silent, a few patrons wandered around. Neil interlocked his fingers, swallowing softly.

How did this person find out about him? He kept everything a secret, he’s kept to himself..mostly. But even when he did interact with others, he kept his personal life behind hushed whispers and easy excuses. So where did she find him from? What did she know? His mind ran wild with anxiety, near enough to make him bolt out of here. But he made himself sit still, skin clammy and pale as his hands shook nervously.

@totesnotbill

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