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Room 203, Friday Night
Once again, Stark was sitting on the floor in his room, surrounded by weetiny penguins. Tonight, they tapdanced. While this was amusing now, waking up to penguins performing a dance routine on his mask because they liked the noise it made hadn't been nearly so much fun. As long as the penguins only danced on the floor or the furniture, Stark was fine with them.
[Open, though expecting one visitor in particular.]
[Open, though expecting one visitor in particular.]
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"Are you all right?" he asked after opening the door. The answer was clearly no, but it was one of those things you had to ask anyway.
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"I...." Stark frowned, then started over. "Come in. Do you want to sit down? And...everyone has to die. But it seems that way, I know."
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"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't. He... he used to work with my dad. And... he was important."
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"It...," he started, then decided 'it's not just you' wasn't helpful. "Everything dies. It has to, eventually. But, sometimes the universe is just cruel. A lot of the time."
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unaware he was likely to inspire another burst of emo. "And who's Mr. Stark?" Yes, maybe he was just intrigued by the name.no subject
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"I don't think you're worthless," he said finally, though his opinion was probably worth very little in this case. "What was it that happened?"
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"As for why you can talk to me...I don't know. But it's familiar territory for me, people dying. That could be it."
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which has always been there, I swear!from last year's mysteriously disappearing roommates hadn't ever been removed."If that will help. There's room. And even extra blankets, I think."
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