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alethiologicalMost people, what with living normal lives and having sane modes of being, will come from work at a reasonable hour of the evening. They will probably clean up the place a bit, maybe make dinner or order it out, then go to sleep mentally walling themselves off from the very concept they have to wake up and deal with the same pointless stupidity for another day in an unending cycle until their inevitable demise.
Sadly, this is not one of those people. Instead a door is unlocked at just shy of four in the morning, opened to a pitch black room lit up by a single computer screen. The lights are flicked on - all bulbs still intact, good news, she's getting better - but the room remains dead and abandoned otherwise. Better news.
"Ghost Girl, get out of my computer." Punctuated by tossing his bag right on the couch where the laptop is. It's probably only dumb luck that keeps it from falling off. Or dead teenagers. Details, details.
Sadly, this is not one of those people. Instead a door is unlocked at just shy of four in the morning, opened to a pitch black room lit up by a single computer screen. The lights are flicked on - all bulbs still intact, good news, she's getting better - but the room remains dead and abandoned otherwise. Better news.
"Ghost Girl, get out of my computer." Punctuated by tossing his bag right on the couch where the laptop is. It's probably only dumb luck that keeps it from falling off. Or dead teenagers. Details, details.
