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“ sooyoung - ah , ” my voice almost felt foreign with disuse , the effects of the sleeping pills have started to wear off , allowing me a bit more free reign in the complex. in my waves of consciousness , i had been accompanied by lee seolhwa's calculative attention , shin yoosung's worry. i especially couldn't forget han sooyoung's brash decision to adminsiter another dose of sleeping pills to me , silently cursing when i felt my legs tremble from having been forced into a bedridden state this whole time since my return. “ ... tell me about what has happened this whole time ? ” there was still time until the 46th scenario .

His prosthetics, despite being magical in nature, tend to wear on him after a while. It's not pain, per say, but a sort of ache at the ends of his stumps. Like an overworked muscle.

He has removed them for the time being, unwilling to stand on ceremony with the illusion of 'wholeness' in front of his current visitor. There is no reason to.

Still, sitting sprawled across the soft cushion, propped up on one of the many plush pillows with his prosthetics tossed carelessly to the other end of the cushion, he finds himself awash with a pang of regret. His tablet and blanket are on the coffee table between himself and his visitor.

han sooyoung vc: WHOSE DRUGS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE USING?? also haven't you learned to not question the constellations

❝ My drugs. Harvested from my forest. Which you never wrote about. ❞

@dokseoga replied to your post:

i slept good thanks but i wanna go on a walk

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