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[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[A certain fraccion is sitting out by his lonesome, looking rather depressed as he twirled a scalpel between his fingers, before throwing it into the dirt as hard as he could with a faint growl. Of course, him throwing something as hard as he could meant that the scalpel buried itself almost entirely. Another faint sigh escaped from him; he supposed he should pull it back out before one of the children around encountered it, but he didn't have the heart for it.]

[He could use a hug... or a specimen to play with. Either one.]

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[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...No, not really. Why...?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Then you may leave. I believe you have more pressing issues to attend to.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...I don't have anything else to attend to, actually. It's not like there's anything to actually do around here. But if you want me to leave, I will.