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>Mysta invites you over
>Immediately upon entering his apartment you're greeted with the smell of an unmaintained litterbox and weeks old garbage he hasn't done away with
>Passing by his kitchen, you catch a glimpse of old dishes piled up in the sink, piles of half-eaten takeout left strewn about
>You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, but first he pulls you aside - "don't worry about all the tissues in the bin, I was just feeling really ill"
>Entering his room you first catch sight of his essential oils scattered here and there - you're flattered by his attempt at establishing a mood until you remember that he told you he just uses those all the time
>Sitting on the pillows and blankets he uses as a makeshift bed, from the floor you can get a perfect view of the dirt and grime littering the underside of his computer desk
>Sitting next to Mysta in the uncomfortably cramped room, he looks at you with expectant eyes
>"So... do you wanna...?"
What do?
