[Aqua's in a mood. Everyone is, surely, between the messages and the disturbing state of Pratibha in the attic, but Aqua in particular has never shown any previous inclination to broadcast his feelings. He's not demonstrative now, either. The vibes are just unmistakably low-key pissed.
It's an emo hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans kind of Wednesday.
He takes that energy to the game room, where he sets up a round of pool that he's apparently fine playing by himself, unless and until someone else wants in. Later on, he quarantines his brooding teenage angst to the ballroom. Here, he's playing some kind of wallball with a rubber band ball he found in the kitchen's junk drawer. Guess he's judged that month-old stab wound of his healed enough for physical activity. He doesn't seem to mind having to chase after the ball when he misses the rebound. It's better than waiting around for more of the house's taunting.
When he's finally worn himself down at the end of the day, returned approximately to his usual inexpressive state, he slides into the jacuzzi to space out.]
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It's an emo hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans kind of Wednesday.
He takes that energy to the game room, where he sets up a round of pool that he's apparently fine playing by himself, unless and until someone else wants in. Later on, he quarantines his brooding teenage angst to the ballroom. Here, he's playing some kind of wallball with a rubber band ball he found in the kitchen's junk drawer. Guess he's judged that month-old stab wound of his healed enough for physical activity. He doesn't seem to mind having to chase after the ball when he misses the rebound. It's better than waiting around for more of the house's taunting.
When he's finally worn himself down at the end of the day, returned approximately to his usual inexpressive state, he slides into the jacuzzi to space out.]