[ today, flat seems to be...off. not by much, but he seems to be much quieter than usual. in fact, he's barely talking at all. that may mean peace for the other prospects...but it's definitely not normal.
for most of the day he can be found in the common room, trying to sort through his thoughts in almost eerie silence. occasionally he moves around the room, sitting in increasingly stranger positions each time. he even sits upside down on the couch, as if hoping for the blood reaching his head to light some sort of light bulb.
other than that, he can be found in the kitchen! he has an assortment of ingredients as if planning to cook dinner for the prospects...and that's exactly what he plans on doing.
but what does one cook with instant noodles, cabbages, eggs, chocolate, and an assortment of spices? and...do you really want to know? ]
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for most of the day he can be found in the common room, trying to sort through his thoughts in almost eerie silence. occasionally he moves around the room, sitting in increasingly stranger positions each time. he even sits upside down on the couch, as if hoping for the blood reaching his head to light some sort of light bulb.
other than that, he can be found in the kitchen! he has an assortment of ingredients as if planning to cook dinner for the prospects...and that's exactly what he plans on doing.
but what does one cook with instant noodles, cabbages, eggs, chocolate, and an assortment of spices? and...do you really want to know? ]