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Β Β is always a little weird && jarring.Β heβd lived through this moment in time && yet he was seeing it now, experiencing it, from a third perspective.Β Β eyes had lingered on aged visage from afar, mind reminding him that he couldnβt remain around himself for too long or risk full fledgeΒ Β πππ―ππ‘π¬π΅π¦π ππ© ππ°πΆπ π₯π¬π°π¦π° !Β Β deep breath is taken into his chest,Β hands stuffed into pockets as he approaches himself.Β Β casually, five takes a seat beside older him,Β waitress smiling as he asks for black coffee.Β hands knit together on top of counter, a moment passes with the anticipationΒ that heβd noticed his younger self && yet . . π½πΎππ·πΈπ½πΆ.Β Β (Β Β boy, was his older self terrible at noticing his surroundings.Β was he hyper focusedΒ or just too relaxed?Β Β well, shouldnβt five know already?Β )Β Β brows knit together with slight irritation, hand rising to slap himself on the arm to gain attention:Β Β βΒ hey, asshole !Β βΒ Β Β / @taerotsβΒ Β liked for a starter from five hargreeves,Β for five.
