Pushing at his desk, Vale's old computer chair rolled back noisily and with a little resistance, he swung around in a full circle enjoying the momentum of the swing before bringing his feet down stopping him in direction of the kitchen. "Oh coffee, my love... I hear your sweet whisper!" He spoke to himself theatrically as he took to his feet. Marching towards the kitchen Vale stopped to twist and crack his back, after a series of satisfying 'pops' echoed in the mostly empty space around him, he continued on his way to the kitchen. Releasing a heavy groan Vale adjusted his glasses to ensure he was not, in fact, seeing things. On his kitchen counter lay an empty container of instant coffee, "I guess it can't be helped." A small shot of anxiety filled Vale's stomach as he planned his march to the local convenient store in his head. [i]'But first things first, medication time!'[/i] Vale reminded himself as he grabbed a box labelled [i]Pristiq Desvenlafaxine[/i], popping three square orange pills out of the foil then gulping them down with a glass of water. Not forgetting to get some food in his stomach with his medication Vale shoved a piece of bread into his mouth and started chewing.

Honestly, the medication wouldn't do much to rid him of the small amount of anxiety in his stomach, it'd only prevent it from getting worse, but the placebo of the process helped to ease his mind. Closing his door behind him, Vale paid no mind to locking it and eagerly began his journey to the store, but only after stopping to lean over the railing slightly and get a good view of the courtyard bellow. The sent of near by coffee filled Vale's nostrils, [i]'I'm already suffering withdrawals!'[/i]