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H arry Anderson stands alone in his bedroom. Having just absconded from his mother and Calliope, he stays still focused on his phone. The room is full of mannequins, and various fabrics and shoes, all parts of half finished costumes for some musical. He continues to tap away on his phone, messaging the one and only Vriska Maryam-Lalonde.
AG: Harry where the hell are you
AG: Hey loser don’t ignore me
AG: I can see you’re online
AG: I S8ID D8N’T IGN8RE ME!
TG: sorry vriska.
TG: i was kind of in the middle of something.
AG: Whatever it was is definitely not as important as mess8ing your m8sprit
TG: i said i’m sorry, jeez vriska.
TG: so what is it you want?
AG: i want to know what cool shit you got 12th perigee's eve
TG: oh, yeah!
TG: i got these really amazing fabrics from Calliope.
TG: i can’t wait to make a costume using them!
TG: mom got me tickets to 2012 the musical, which is sick.
AG: L8ME
AG: That’s just 8oring nerd junk
AG: You get anything actually cool
TG: um.
TG: dad gave me one of his stupid movies.
TG: well he didn’t actually give me it.
TG: he just used the wind to blow it to the house.
TG: honestly it kind of just feels like he was getting rid of his trash.
TG: he didn’t even wrap the thing!
AG: A8GH
AG: Yes we know all John is a dead8eat loser!
AG: It sounds like things are pretty lame over there
AG: How about you ditch the place and come meet me
TG: no!
TG: i’m not just going to run away.
AG: And why the hell not!
AG: You know it’ll 8e way more fun with me
TG: what would i even say to mom to get her to let me leave right now?
AG: N8THING
AG: You don’t have to tell her anything, just sneak out
TG: you wanna me to what?
TG: just like jump out of the window and run away.
AG: Yeah!
TG: vriska mom would kill me!
AG: Your so lame Harry, just do it who cares
Harry Anderson has begun pacing around his room unsure what he should do. He doesn’t want to just ditch his mom like this, but he would like to see Vriska.
TG: ugh.
TG: just know if i hurt myself falling out this window it’s your fault.
AG: Whatever you say Harry
AG: Now jump out that window!
Harry Anderson can’t believe he’s doing this, but he pops his bedroom window out and looks down. The drop isn’t that far, but it still scares him, however he told Vriska he’ll do it so here goes nothing. With that Harry Anderson goes crashing into a pile of snow on the ground, it’s only now he’s realizing that he really should have grabbed a jacket first, but it's too late now. He picks himself out of the snow and looks around, to his luck it doesn’t seem like anyone noticed him.
He takes a look though the front window to make sure his mom and Calliope are still there. He sees his mother lean over and give Calliope a gentle kiss on the top of her head, causing the cherub to blush. Harry Anderson smiles at them before a notification brings him back to reality.
AG: Hey Harry, are you still alive?
AG: It would be really lame if this is how you died
TG: yes i’m alive.
TG: thank you for the concern.
AG: Good now get those legs moving!
With that Harry Anderson takes one final look back before rushing off into the night.
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