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rp or w/e
Nyxil: Nyxil was uncharacteristically passive for the rest of the day after he got back from his fight. Obviously there'd been one - one look at him made that much clear, what with how f*cked he looked. Like, sure, "ragged" would be a perfect description of him any day of the week. But now the term was just unrealistic. He was... yeah. F*cked. Maybe that was why everybody had steered clear of him when he got back. Nobody interrupted him on his way to the forest. So he'd spent basically the whole day there, the woods came to a cliff overlooking Long Island Sound. The sun was just hiding itself under the horizon. Stars were starting to peek through the orange-to-purple whatever above. Nyxil - lying down with legs up on a tree and head down over the cliff's edge - flipped them off. Then he realized he'd done it with his cigarette hand, groaned, took a long puff, and used the other.