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THIS IS RAMON.

He is a normal person.

His normal day goes somewhat like this:

He wakes up, in his bed. A bed that is a little too hard for most people’s taste. Though for him, the bed is just fine. He wakes up when he wakes up, not necessarily because he has a time that he needs to be awake at. His blood red sheets are nice, but he’s grown a bit tired of them, and he daydreams of maybe getting a sheet and pillow set that is a bit nautical in theme. Yes, that’d be nice. A nice nautical feel to the room.

He gets out of bed shortly after, and groggily walks into the restroom. He never seems to get enough rest- or rather, he gets enough time, but he’s never fully refreshed.

In the bathroom, he brushes his teeth, yet for whatever reason, they’re not as white as he’d like them. Probably because of what he does next: he goes out to his kitchen and put some water to boil on the stove for his morning tea. He returns to the restroom to use the toilet for a few seconds and washes his hand with the milk and honey soap he bought down the block at the pharmacy. Soon after, he washes his face with a different soap, one made out of orange oils and many other things he does not know the name of.

This is Ramon’s morning. Very ordinary, very quiet, very common.

nkfr:

wow this is really gay

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