Swans and deer in the morning mist

Friday the 13th.

Good evening. I'm scheduled to work through the night so here I am. Let's hope it's uneventful.

Doesn't need to and doesn't get to are two entirely different things. I guess I'm too committed in my work.

I'm heading into town centre for a bit. Would you like me to bring you back anything, 𝓡elic.?

Sigh.

Waves a hand dismissively. "Quite alright. Not entirely looking forward to the week ahead. That's all."

Entirely dejected. "My sentiments exactly. The pressure is agonising at times. Let's pray it's more peaceful than we can imagine."

When 𝓡elic. sulks.

It's after work hours and I'm feeling some kind of way.

Sometimes it would be easier to fuck this frustration out.

Ah-ah. Clean your mouth with soap.

FUCK

#mingi dazed korea

nobody talk to me

Is commitment really that scary to you, Relic?

It needs to be the right person, of course.

Are you going to float around until the end of time, then?