[ good morning, nameless! here comes lin jingheng with a cigarette hanging from his lips and nudging the dorm room door shut. he has a plastic bag over one arm and sets said bag down on one of the tiny desks. ]
He's just minding his business when this series of events begins playing. In a way, it's almost like his "birth", or the realization that he is, indeed, a living being.
Nameless doesn't seem very bothered by it. It's just a piece of his short life.]
Week 0: Monday
Are you alright with sharing a room with me?
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Week 0: Saturday
He's so tired...
This was such a long day.]
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w2, monday
... Hungry, Cosmos?
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Week 7: Monday
He's just minding his business when this series of events begins playing. In a way, it's almost like his "birth", or the realization that he is, indeed, a living being.
Nameless doesn't seem very bothered by it. It's just a piece of his short life.]