[Somehow he never expected someone to come along and interact with him, let alone trip over him. Maybe he should have thought about his resting place more than not at all. A bench could have been an excellent roof, and there's a pang through his chest as he longs for one to teleport over to him so he could hide under it.
Enough pining, though. He has to give this stranger the sleepiest death glare.]
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Enough pining, though. He has to give this stranger the sleepiest death glare.]
You assaulted me. [DO YOU THINK HE'S OKAY??
he's fine]