"Ah," he sighs, taking the flask in hand. As wilted as he looks, he seems perfectly comfortable standing in the doorway of his home, being handed coffee by a friend. Over his shoulder his Klefki appears, jingling curiously.
Mulcahy takes a sip. "Thank you for that. You're not wrong at all. I've been doing... poorly, I'm afraid. It mostly comes down to having trouble sleeping." Clearly. "And you? How have you been?"
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Date: 2024-07-19 06:35 am (UTC)Mulcahy takes a sip. "Thank you for that. You're not wrong at all. I've been doing... poorly, I'm afraid. It mostly comes down to having trouble sleeping." Clearly. "And you? How have you been?"