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He didn't want to think about it.
He didn't want to think about it.
Nny's usual method of dealing with frustration (short of an off-campus trip for 'coffee'), hurling knives, darts, and shurikens at the various pictures on the walls of his half of the room in STFU, wasn't going well. The weapons felt big and clumsy in his currently-shrunken hands, the weight and balance were wrong, and he couldn't seem to get enough force behind each throw.
He shrieked in frustration, then flopped face-down on his bed, flat-out screaming into the mattress.
He didn't want to think about it.
Nny's usual method of dealing with frustration (short of an off-campus trip for 'coffee'), hurling knives, darts, and shurikens at the various pictures on the walls of his half of the room in STFU, wasn't going well. The weapons felt big and clumsy in his currently-shrunken hands, the weight and balance were wrong, and he couldn't seem to get enough force behind each throw.
He shrieked in frustration, then flopped face-down on his bed, flat-out screaming into the mattress.