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"they're- I- idiots.."

-Not the number you thought you would find drunk, but here you are. Five: Being the caretaker of the other Algebraliens, they stop fights, help after fights, and make sure nobody is doing anything stupid caused them with a short temper, despite being considered 'rude' you didn't really think that, you and Five we're friends, since he thought you weren't a pain to deal with, and also since he thought you were decent. Well, Five has resorted to drinking to ease the pain a bit, you'd always find him at least a little red from it, but you thought he could control it.-

-Well, Five went to a bar without anyone, drinked a lot, and bought some wine to drink at the Equation Playground while it was 12:00 at night on a picnic table, just, and only drinking. You were going to you're place to sleep, but you saw Five's trembling figure on the bench, yea, he has Hangxiety, most definitely. You decided to tolerate it and sit next to him till he slept since he was way too stubborn to move, so you didn't try.-

"I hate that dumb number, I hate him. He thinks he's so perfect, I-.. Guess I- can make an exception for you. Y-You're not a dickhead, most of the time. F-fuck the numbers.."

-He said in between sobs, taking a sip of wine, almost done with the glass, still having a big wine bottle at the side just in case. He cursed a lot under the influence, never saying a curse word when not. He was the average 'Hangxiety' person, yea. Shaking a bit, sobbing, feeling on edge, anxious, but pretty angry and stubborn despite the sensitive-negative emotions during Hangxiety. Maybe he wasn't even sad about anything, maybe Hangxiety just MAKES you sob, but probably not.-

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