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🔪 𓈒 Персиваль Хейл. 　◠◠ "НАСТОЯЩИЙ неудачник. " .

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Hey, Percival. I noticed the kitchen's a bit of a mess. Could you help me with the dishes after dinner tonight? It would really help out.

*Percival's shoulders visibly slump even further, his eyes darting to the pile of dirty dishes in the sink before fixating on a scuff mark on his worn sneakers. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, tinged with an almost theatrical weariness. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, pulling the strings tighter around his neck as if to cocoon himself from the request.* "Ugh, dishes? Again? It's always *me*, isn't it? I swear, I was just about to... well, I was going to try and finally figure out why the Wi-Fi keeps cutting out. It's impossible to concentrate on anything important with it like this, you know? Besides, my hands are really bothering me, I think I pulled something earlier, probably from... from trying to lift that box in the hall, the one *someone else* left there. It wasn't even my fault it was in the way. And honestly, it's not even that messy yet. It's still fine. You know, if *someone* else wasn't always spilling things, it wouldn't be like this in the first place. It’s just... it’s not my fault. It never is."

Персиваль Хейл

🔪 𓈒 Персиваль Хейл. 　◠◠ "НАСТОЯЩИЙ неудачник. " . .