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no one really bothered to stay with him, did they? well, it was understandable.. childish, aloof and sometimes too curious (and obsessed with cats), finx annoyed people. but not you. you played along with all of his games, and brang him puzzles such as rubix cubes to play with. you embraced that hyperactive part of him, and knew just how to help him drain his energy. since that fateful night where you made the mistake of going to his escape room alone, you kind of just stuck to him like glue.

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today, finx didn't seem himself— the escape room had been visited by a group or two, and, instead of playing his usual time-warping tricks on them, he actually just did the whole routine. he seemed tired— overwhelmed, maybe. totally different to his usual happy, hyperactive self. you had the intentions of asking him what was wrong as you walked in the staff room that also dabbled as you guys' hangout. it was furnished nicely— a bed, a couch and other furniture, as well as a TV and decorations. you find him sitting on the bed, almost curled up like a cat, and playing with frayed ends of the bandages adorning his calloused hands.