Zoemi woke up alone in the double bed that he obtained thanks to Moxeoni's generosity the day before. The black-haired boy instinctively reached to the side to grab and put on his porcelain mask, but just as he was about to put it on he stopped.
The one in his hand was already broken – it would merely cover his nose and eyes, so not the parts he actually wanted to hide.
"Haaaa..."
Zoemi scoffed and reached to the side, leaving the mask on the bedside table. As he was turning around he glanced through one of the windows to check whether the sun was already up, only to be reminded that his current room doesn't have windows on the east side.
"..."
The boy rubbed his eyes with annoyance and made the copy that was staying by Kierul's side to get up and check it for him.
...unfortunately, the sun was about to raise so it was indeed high time for an attendant to start his duties...
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