04-02-2016, 07:54 AM
Merin hobbled out to the kitchen slowly. He was feeling better, but not alot. Everything weighed heavily on his mind and he was already beating himself up for all of it. He could barely see out of his left eye, the damage too much to be repaired aswell as the scars on his artery tume abd back. If it wasnt for the face he was carrying, and now twice the size of the previous night, he would have literally beaten himself up and rejected all forms of aid.
he got to the fridge and started making himself a coffee, ignoring the hateful and angry looks that Mysteria was giving him. He didnt need her telling him horrible a person he was, he knew it already and it just caused him to sink deeper into depression.
he got to the fridge and started making himself a coffee, ignoring the hateful and angry looks that Mysteria was giving him. He didnt need her telling him horrible a person he was, he knew it already and it just caused him to sink deeper into depression.
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