[It's an ironic time to be wearing a shirt like this, but it's what Aqua's got left. Today is laundry day. Since Pratibha's occupying the laundry room nook, Aqua sits and waits for his clothes to cycle in the foyer instead, his hoodie pulled up over his blond hair, spacing out in an egregiously gloomy sort of way.
Is he blue? Yes, absolutely.
Finally, feeling aimless, he makes an afternoon visit to the crypt, where he sits on a pew and does pretty much the same thing. He stares into space: the space where people once stood and spoke.
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Is he blue? Yes, absolutely.
Finally, feeling aimless, he makes an afternoon visit to the crypt, where he sits on a pew and does pretty much the same thing. He stares into space: the space where people once stood and spoke.
In an almost inaudible mumble, he asks himself:]
What am I doing here...?