He is not to be found in the kitchen for once, though he is still sitting at a table, a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. His elbows rest on the table, as well, his face in his hands. All-in-all, it is painfully obvious that he has seen much better days. There are things he needs to say, things he needs to tell people, but he wants to remind as few people as possible of recent events and he really just doesn't have the energy to go looking for anyone. Really, he doesn't entirely know who he'd be looking for at this point. But a rule of this place is that, if you sit still long enough, someone is bound to find you. If he's lucky, maybe a someone or two will be the sort he needs to talk to anyway.
Typist: This is mostly for those who need to know who went on the killing spree but anyone is welcome to poke at a rather subdued Nich.
Typist: This is mostly for those who need to know who went on the killing spree but anyone is welcome to poke at a rather subdued Nich.
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