Meeting Malin Tigre, a lowly introvert. Who's currently dealing with a difficulty of a hospitalized family member, but struggles with his personal life of maintaining his job as an artist.
Viewing of his foggy, miserable and maddening sight of Helv...
The least Malin was grateful for was that he didn't had such vivid dreams of his past again. But he still never feels well-rested at all, no matter how good it was; In fact, more crappier than last time.
His eyes were rimmed with red, his dull, unpleasing gaze unwelcome the sunny day of the sun just rising up, grimacing at the brightness through his silky curtains.
He didn't feel like going to work.
He could just stay at the comfort of his home.
It would be better to do so and pretend that he would simply disappear from the world and never return.
As that word still haunt his head ear by ear, being if it's sacred to hear or say:
Low life.... Low life... Low life... Low life...
He hates that word. He hates that God. Damn. Word.
Why does it get to him so much?
Why?
Just why?
Away from his thoughts. Or at least tried too. He forces his numb body to get out of bed and prepare himself for another day.
Slipping into clothes that were picked out by random.
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Malin grabbed his yellow bag that was laying by the doorstop. He grabbed his keys and went out the door.
As he angrily slammed behind him without meaning to, the other Fairians gave him strange looks, while most just bypass his agitated gaze with a scoff, some disgusted glances and just mumbles of something rude as usual.
However, some fire fairies just like to pry the moment he comes out of that lonely, shallow, small apartment.
"Hey, walking skeleton! Heading to work again without your bike? Maybe it'll help you to have at least some meat in those branches of yours you call arms!" Spoke a fire fairy, while their friends laughed along.
Malin's antennas fumbled diagonally in an annoyed state. He is way too tired for this, too annoyed, too grumpy. His exhausted state wasn't even helping much, just weighting on him further.
"You're so fucking skinny, no one can even tell what they're looking at! It's like a sapling that never grows!"
"Are they this desperate on making me miserable? Because it's not even working at this. This place already proves how depressing it is in itself." Malin thought to himself, he brushed these insults off of him while he was walking past the laughter of torments.
As soon as he was at least six feet away, he then heard something he never wanted to hear.
"Oh look, he's walking away again." A chilling pause came, then she added with a evil grin.
