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Seinfeld?

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This is one of two threads on the front page that I don't have hidden. Get you're shit together /jp/!

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I might go nuclear for her.

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posting Hina in a thread about nothing

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Those few seconds now feel a world away. His body is back to being his own, and he's happy he doesn't have to deal with any more scum for the night. But an idea sneaks in and bothers him as he makes his way back. Was that the right choice? He wished life was simpler, that he knew if it was a Good End or a Bad End. That he could just reload and figure out where he went wrong and correct that. Maybe nothing ever changes no matter what he does.

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It sure is easy to think one would be nice and calm. You're not him right now. The only reason he isn't running away is because he has locked down and the only thing his body is capable of right now is subtly move back. Pretend he missed something and head back, changing his route enough to not run into the group. No good, the drunk is next to him now.
"Hey! Sorry," he excuses himself as he stumbles into him. "Sell me a smoke?" His breath stinks, it triggers something deep in his gut as he catches a waft of the foul odor. He detested him and everything he represented.
Pretending he didn't hear him, he keeps walking, staring straight ahead. For him, he doesn't exist right now. Keeping the same pace as before, act as if everything was normal, go home. It's a sound plan.
"Bah". The drunk goes back to his little group, mumbles something, and explodes in laughter. They join him as they keep stumbling their way to ruin someone's late night meal.
They surely had already ruined his night. Walking back his stomach reminds him that he's still hungry and that the whole experience had been a waste of time. He keeps walking, trying to remember if he has any food back home he could heat up.

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It sure is easy to think one would be nice and calm. You're not him right now. The only reason he isn't running away is because he has locked down and the only thing his body is capable of at the moment is to keep walking at the same pace than before.
"Hey! Sorry," he excuses himself as he stumbles into him. "Sell me a smoke?" His breath stinks, he could probably light him in fire. That image, of the rude drunk on fire makes him happy for all of a fraction of a second.
"Sorry, I'm out". He manages to muster out something and immediately regrets it. He doesn't even smoke, but it's the best he can do at the moment.
"Good night then". He makes his way back to his little group and shares a laugh with them for some reason. They seem to be heading somewhere else, loudly talking in shrill voices that he can't decipher. He keeps walking, a bit more confident now. In due time he will probably embellish it, a cool guy deftly handling a drunkard.

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Posting in a Clannad thread.

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So a friend linked you to this video the other night and said it was the funniest thing ever.