[ He realizes just how much of a disaster he must look like and quickly straightens his jacket and shades, and combs his fingers through his hair to smooth it.
Unfortunately this only has the effect of making him look like a middle-aged cockatoo.
He flops into his favourite side of the couch, sinking into cushions that have long ago molded to his lanky form. He's trying to put on an air of easy-going nonchalance, but misses the mark and winds up somewhere in the vicinity of 'sudden onset of diarrhea at a grandmum's memorial service'. ]
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[ He realizes just how much of a disaster he must look like and quickly straightens his jacket and shades, and combs his fingers through his hair to smooth it.
Unfortunately this only has the effect of making him look like a middle-aged cockatoo.
He flops into his favourite side of the couch, sinking into cushions that have long ago molded to his lanky form. He's trying to put on an air of easy-going nonchalance, but misses the mark and winds up somewhere in the vicinity of 'sudden onset of diarrhea at a grandmum's memorial service'. ]
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