Atsuro tries to smile as a montage of the last 72 hours of his life runs through his head; namely, images of him glued to his computer and leaving his chair only to locate food and to utilize the restroom. To be fair, the Taurus event hadn't exactly been psychologically uplifting.
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Atsuro tries to smile as a montage of the last 72 hours of his life runs through his head; namely, images of him glued to his computer and leaving his chair only to locate food and to utilize the restroom. To be fair, the Taurus event hadn't exactly been psychologically uplifting.
"...You're probably right."
Next topic.
"So... what are you, then?"