[He's lost count over how many times in the past few months he's woken up without any clear idea of what the hell his intentions were. And as far as the battling went? He might have gone up a level or two, but his game's been slipping as of late.
He shrugs it off by joking about how lazy he's gotten, but whenever he does there's a bit of uncertainty to his words. There's a little bit of unsettling clutter about his room, too--unsettling because normally, he's an absolute fucking neat freak.
He can't hide forever and he hates it. He might have ditched the mask some years ago, but his preference for keeping some things hidden never really left him.
So for twenty minutes that morning he just stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.
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He shrugs it off by joking about how lazy he's gotten, but whenever he does there's a bit of uncertainty to his words. There's a little bit of unsettling clutter about his room, too--unsettling because normally, he's an absolute fucking neat freak.
He can't hide forever and he hates it. He might have ditched the mask some years ago, but his preference for keeping some things hidden never really left him.
So for twenty minutes that morning he just stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.
Soon, it's going to be time to pay the piper.]