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i’d imagine he cuts his hair initially out of sheer necessity, honestly? he doesn’t know how to tend to it on his own (and he can’t be bothered to deal with the matting) so, away it goes!

sometimes i feel like i'm becoming a seavbo lovechild irl and it's terrifying. like for some reason i've had the urge to start running recently. i don't know why. i thnk evbo is taking over my soul.

the look of horror i gave myself in the mirror when i realised i can tie my hair back is the most akin to seawatt i've ever felt in my life.

that man doesn't grow out his hair on purpose, he's just too lazy (read: he's too depressed) to actually bother getting it cut. so he just lets it get longer. doesn't matter much anyway, does it?

i am in pain so now oomfs have to be in pain too. sorry.

evbo is only truly free from the clutches of civilization in those scarce moments before he enters the pro civilization properly; not even godhood can release him. what would he give, to be able to have iron boots on his feet again? what would evbo do to just run, without ever having to stop? (4/4)

for those few fleeting hours he is well and truly free. no terrible hunger, no fear of death. nothing. not a single thing can keep him from the joy of the wind in his hair and the solid thumping of his feet against grass. he doesn’t know that he will be chained again, now to responsibility. (3/4)

does he go as far as he can, as long as he can? he has as much food as he could ever want and all the time in the world. he has no friends or obligations. he knows nobody and nobody knows him. he’s free to run into the horizon forever, ceaselessly. he doesn’t know of the struggles ahead. (2/4)

anyway, don’t abruptly start running after being mostly constrained to your bed for a while. this is clearly a bad idea but apparently i am not a smart person.

i need to get into m-rated.

what if i’m evbo

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