[ With Tyranitar now out of the room, Turing was now able to fully take in all of the damage. Needless to say, that knowledge sinking in did not do wonders for their emotional state. Why had their apartment been broken into not once, but twice? Why did this keep happening? This apartment was a more familiar place than most at the very least, and that sense of safety was starting to be whittled away as if it was something the void thought they weren't worthy of having.
Turing plodded over to the blanket they had discarded and huddled under the desk. They just needed a minute to collect themselves before going out again. ]
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Turing plodded over to the blanket they had discarded and huddled under the desk. They just needed a minute to collect themselves before going out again. ]