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The sound of the keys sounded in the dark room, a figure huddled within a pile of blankets with only the hands free moved about the keyboard. A pale face stared at the screen as the dark lovely eyes gazed from side to side, taking in everything that was taking place before it.

This action continued for several hours, the soft sound of annoyance filling the room every few moments before soft murmurs. By the time the slim fingers finally came to a stop, the clock showed that it was only a few hours til sunrise.

Shifting, the figure slowly freed himself from the mounds of blankets, limbs stretching out as a yawn shifted from the youths mouth. Reaching up, the figures rubbed the darkened skin under his eyes, blinking away the dazed feeling washing over him.

With a sigh, the youth stood up before shuffling in the darkness to the bathroom, flicking on the light. With a moment to pause as his eyes adjusted, the youth blinked a few times, taking in the slim frail youth that stared back at him.

His short statue along with the lack of nutrition brought the youth to seem frail and overly thin. The slightly shaggy dark locks spread out in a messy manor. It was easy to see that the youth was rather pretty, if only he'd take better care of his health. The sickly appearance made the youth seem pitiful.

Large, beautiful eyes that were a dark blue, almost black. Small and proportioned face, pale skin that was a bit sickly looking, with pale lips that seemed void of blood.

Turning his gaze away, an odd mood flashed through his gaze. The youth shifted to stripping the baggy hoodie he wore off, moving to turn on the water.

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After washing himself, the youth dressed in a clean sweater that was to large for his body, along with a pair of sweats that did the same, though with the string he was able to tie it in a way so they didn't' fall down.

He shifted to put on some soaks before heading to the door and slipping on some sneakers. Grabbing his keys and bag, the youth then headed out, making sure to lock the door along the way. Then he started his ritual trip down the darkened pathway to the local noodle shop that remained open all night.

Upon entering, the youth took his usual seat, ignoring the odd looks the older folk that had been drinking the night before gave. His gaze remained lowered, his bangs covering his face as he waited.

"Aoi, you finally decided to step out of your house?" came a stern voice. The shop keep made his way over, setting down a large bowl of Ramen. Aoi glanced up, his expression still hidden within a blank face.

The elder just shook his head, giving the same look of sternness with a hint of understanding before he spoke a few more words of 'wisdom' before heading off to feed the other guests.

Aoi lowered his head back down, grabbing a pair of chopsticks as he began to eat, enjoying the warmth of the Ramen as it entered his belly.