>>66604484>Can't believe I have to stop by this pharmacy this close to skin row. I'll need to call and get my primary pharmacy changed ASAP but these antibiotics can't wait. Dropped scalpel to the toes and now I've got 2 weeks of antibiotics. At least Naomi has been pampering me in the afternoons now. I fish my consciousness out of my skull and plant it firmly back in reality, where I'm standing in line surrounded by skinnies.>I look over the lot. Not good. It's as if failure itself has manifested in a group of humans. I sigh internally at the state of these sad excuses for sapience. The line steps forward.>I hesitate to check my phone, not wanting to give anyone near a reason. I glance around the room to see if I can spy a wall clock. I hear the front door automatically open, a small swish of air as it does so. Another skinnie, slightly larger than the other rotting corpses near me. Black beanie, black shirt and slacks. My gaze lingers.>Something in the back of my head itches. It's a strange feeling. My instincts are warming up and warning me of this new human that begins sauntering to the back of the line. Why?>I give him an ocular pat down. No immediate threat and he's not even looking at me. Why do I care? I search my memories.>I don't remember any spat I've had with a skinnie except... oh.>I peer at him before he can make it all the way back, turning my body to do so. That's him. That's fucking Anon.>He's bigger and has a different aura but I recognize that mug. I search my soul for how I need to feel at that moment. I get back a swathe of confusion, anger and disappointment.>All wrapped up in a nice blanket of sympathy.>He's not doing well I can tell. The line moves forward. One more until I'm up.are in my hand.
>>666045141.5k words. Progress is slow thanks to SMTV. Still cooking. If you need a teaser "Anon starts to work on himself and try to be better for Tarja." is the theme.