# / angst + comfort
( “ joining the roost. “ )
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tommy frowned lightly, waking up in a bed that wasn’t familiar. he blinked his eyes open, hoping, /praying/ that maybe, somehow, by the gods, his vision was restored to normal. that proved faulty, however, and he remained in a world of darkness, only being able to make out shadows of ink splotched with black , it was like a polar bear in a snowstorm. " hello-? where the hell am i? " he questioned out loud, maybe a someone, something was there to hear and maybe, hopefully, respond. he was really pushing his luck lately. …`