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[Tom is a perpetual night owl. A shame, really -- but he seems to be in his bathroom, in front of a mirror, head tilted slightly as he presses his fingers against his chest. Something is not right -- and the furrowing of his brow indicates that -- but the question is what.
There is a silence, before Tom murmurs something to himself. It's inaudible, but there is a slight tinge of concern on the very last syllable. His fingers dig into his shirt abruptly and the teenager exhales, forcing his dark eyes to look at himself in the mirror.
It only lasts a moment before he pushes himself away from the sink.
The feed turns off shortly after.]
ooc; Replies will come, icly, after Tom has gone to sleep and woken up -- around 10:00 AM.
There is a silence, before Tom murmurs something to himself. It's inaudible, but there is a slight tinge of concern on the very last syllable. His fingers dig into his shirt abruptly and the teenager exhales, forcing his dark eyes to look at himself in the mirror.
It only lasts a moment before he pushes himself away from the sink.
The feed turns off shortly after.]
ooc; Replies will come, icly, after Tom has gone to sleep and woken up -- around 10:00 AM.
