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His feet were dirtied with brown and black and grass-stained green. His legs were covered with wet leaves that managed to stick to his feet. His hands were in their normal pale state, except for the tip of his fingers which looked like he dipped in melted chocolate, except it was really mud. His arms was covered with swirls of wet dirt. He was tired of feeling sad, feeling like his best friend forgot about him. She was part of his gravity, part of the reason he stays grounded.

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{ooc: holy jesus pika why do you make me write the post. also i hope you love the creative title.}