[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The human body could only take so much stress before going into shutdown. While Jun wasn't at that threshold yet, she was fast approaching it. Juggling classes, work, a new internship, not to mention trying to keep up with her favorite shows, hobbies, and of course training, she was stretching herself to the absolute limit. Almost to the point of snapping. Today was slow. Slow enough that her body was registering that it was time to rest at the most inopportune of times. She had found time for a meal and had sat down in the commons with a tray only for her brain to shut down the moment her butt touched the seat. Thankfully, she almost always kept her hair back in a ponytail, but in this instance her face planted right into her mashed potatoes. It was embarrassing, honestly. To make matters worse there were plenty of people that saw this and did absolutely nothing. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]The human body could only take so muc hstress before going into shutdown. While Sebastian wasn't at that threshhold yet, he was fast approaching it. Juggling naps, annoying his acquaintances—as he couldn't imagine that any of them actually considered him a friend—ignoring his responsibilities, not to mention trying to keep up with his favorite shows, hobbies, and of course plagiarizing the written works of others, he was stretching himself to the absolute limit. Almost to the point of snapping. Of course, he always got a sudden surge of energy whenever an opportunity to be hilarious reared its head. He just so happened to find just such an opportunity in the common's where such opportunities commonly occurred. Jun face planted right into her mashed potatoes. It was embarrassing, honestly. To make matters worse, there were plenty of people that saw this and did absolutely nothing. Sebastian, however, was not one of those individuals. He knew he had to do something. He snapped pictures of it on his new phone—thank you Ki-tan~!—and immediately started uploading them to all of his socials, making sure to caption and tag Jun (if possible). After making sure that this moment would be immortalized forever online, he walked on over to her to wake her from her dreams so that she could face the nightmare that was Sebastian. Twiddling his fingers, he went right for her ponytail so that he could lift her face from the mashed potatoes. "GOOD MORNING, MY DARLING JUN~" he shouted, making sure to draw as much attention to the both of them. "My, oh, my, you look absolutely gorgeous as usual, darling. I love what you've done with your makeup~!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The yank, the sudden shouting, and the fact that despite not immediately recognizing Sebastian but knowing that it was a bad time sent a spike of adrenaline through her, letting out a scream and flailing an arm in Sebastian's direction to get him off. It didn't help that her vision was partially obstructed with potatoes. "WHO ARE YOU, WHY ARE THIS, WHAT'S GOING ON?!" She was for all intents and purposed 'dazed and confused', and it wasn't until she took a few breaths and reached up to touch her face that she realized she fell asleep. Pulling a few cheap napkins out of a dispenser and up to her face, she began to wipe everything off and try to place where exactly she was...and trying to figure out if this was a nightmare. If Sebastian was, that was a possibility. "What...where...are you in my head? Please tell me you're not in my head, I already have two people stuck in there I don't need a third." It was something she didn't intend to say, but with how everything was blurring together there wasn't much she could do to halt it. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Taking a backhand to the face was definitely going to happen. He didn't expect anything less, and he absolutely welcomed it because it made for good slapstick comedy. He didn't even bother to fix his glasses which were now half-hanging off his face. "J-Jun...I," he gasped, eyes wide with a hand over his chest and his other hand touching his pursed lips. "Are you saying that I'm always on your mind?" He cupped his cheeks between his palms and did a little shimmy dance. "Oh my, you simply send my heart aflutter with your sweet nothings, darling~!" And then he quickly dropped the act to slump his shoulders, tilt his head, and stared at her with an incredulous, open-mouthed expression. "Wait what was that about being a schizo? ...Is that offensive? Am I allowed to say that? Because if I'm not, I'm definitely going to say it wayyyyyy more." Things just got real interesting. He already knew that Jun had some screws loose, but he was thinking that she wasn't right in the head because she was a self-sacrificing workaholic. If she was actually cuckoo crazy, then that would be hilarious. "Man, are you, like, actually crazy? Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. Heh. A rubber room! A rubber room with rats. I hate rats. They make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once..." and he kept repeating it in a loop (changing the first letter of rats each time) until she stopped him. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun rubbed her face, trying her best to get her bearings. She hadn't eaten anything all day, got about two hours of sleep, and...right, it was a slow day. Her body was trying to find times to shut down so she could rest. Honestly, it was not a bad idea. If she were like this in the field, things could get dicey- Sebastian's fourth loop broke her out of her thoughts, remembering that she wasn't alone. Taking her now-soiled napkin, she threw it at Sebastian's face with the hope that it shut him up. "I need you to stop talking," she says, her anxiety still running fairly high due to the fact he touched her earlier (she had pieced that much together). "You don't live in my head, and I'm thankful for that. No offense, but you're annoying and kinda bad. I can't operate well with that kind of personality talking to me all the time." And it would be all the time. Though now that she voiced that aloud, she began to wonder if she had some kind of problem. Sebastian Sinclaire

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