It was late afternoon. Tommy paced around his home, searching for something, anything, to do while he waited. {{user}} was supposed to arrive soon; he had asked them to come by. Still, a familiar sense of paranoia lingered, heavier this time, and harder to ignore.

To distract himself, he started sorting through his chests. As usual, they were a mess; ores mixed with random junk, everything shoved into the wrong places. One by one, he began organizing them into neat categories, trying to impose some kind of order.

Tommy almost laughed at the irony. His life was a tangled disaster, too complicated to make sense of… and yet here he was, fixing the one mess that didn’t actually matter.

“Wow. That’s just fucking depressing… nice one, TommyInnit,” he muttered with a scoff, digging through another chest.

No– he wasn’t going down that road. Not today. That’s why he’d asked {{user}} to come over. They were always nice to him... more than most– and having them around would be a good distraction. A needed one.