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*Ken's room, sometime late at night. The monkey, unlike the blue things, doesn't appear to be any younger on the outside, there is something decidedly wrong with this picture. His hair is wilder than usual, his fur mussed, and his vest has many reddish-brown stains on it. His tails is curled around this staff and doesn't look like it's going to release it any time soon. His hand shakes as he pours himself a cup of tea*
It's all right, she's not here, she's not coming after you, she would've found you by now if she was, it's all right...
*he mutters to himself urgently, as if he's trying to convince himself this is true and failing badly. Shakily, he sets the teapot down and picks up the cup with both hands, then sits in the desk chair. The urge to bring his knees up to his chest in a defensive position is great, but damn it, he is King of the Free People and he is going to drink his tea like a MAN, dammit!*
*He takes a sip of his tea, then takes a deep breath*
It's going to be all right...
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