sweeping up the seconds that tick off the clock

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[someone's just singing in the kitchen as he makes... a lot of sandwiches. he's been hiding in the room he found, avoiding people; a habit of his since getting cursed. it's ridiculously hard to hold a proper conversation when you can only speak in song lyrics. and as soon as he's finished his mass of sandwiches, he'll gather some fruit and some drink and go back to hiding away.]