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God, Sindre can't stand the world sometimes.
He's a college drop-out for the worst of reasons, working odd jobs that have him wishing he lacked the sense of smell, and can barely get through a day without exerting some sort of negative emotion onto an innocent pillow.
This smiley, overly-optimistic bartender clacking around in black boots and snorting around with his obnoxious friends is the least of his worries, and the highest of annoyances. Of course, that only lasts so long.