[And out he goes through the door, trying to emptying his thoughts by walking outside. Only his thoughts begin to whirl into chaos.
Companion. Peh. "People leave me all the time, leaving me with nothing." He can always use them to make himself feel better, to make use of them for unrealistic future goals...But in the end...How much he loathes them to the max. This world is foolish, full of whining, stupid trash who always complain their unfortunate needs and Ion knows he's no different. Although he never admits it, he knows he's trash too.
"Trash, trash, trash, everything is trash." He tries to make jokes of it, being humorous about it, putting up an immature cheerful front to see how absurb it is to actually live.
Lost in his thoughts, he walks right into a lamp post and his face got smacked by metal.]
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Companion. Peh. "People leave me all the time, leaving me with nothing." He can always use them to make himself feel better, to make use of them for unrealistic future goals...But in the end...How much he loathes them to the max. This world is foolish, full of whining, stupid trash who always complain their unfortunate needs and Ion knows he's no different. Although he never admits it, he knows he's trash too.
"Trash, trash, trash, everything is trash." He tries to make jokes of it, being humorous about it, putting up an immature cheerful front to see how absurb it is to actually live.
Lost in his thoughts, he walks right into a lamp post and his face got smacked by metal.]
Ow.