[ It's the morning of the thirty-first and Jim needs air or he might go crazy in the labs. Aimlessly, he strolls his way into the forest, the quiet pathway letting his mind wander until he sinks down to sit on a tree-stump and lets his hands cover his face, breathing in the crisper air and not bothering to check the time. He'll ... do something later. Isn't sure what, but he can't hide his red eyes in the woods all his life, as much as he wants to.
Right now, he just wants to blend into his surroundings. ]
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Right now, he just wants to blend into his surroundings. ]