Codeblooded

The mutant blinked at the point to his large amber eyes, going crossed eyed a bit to look at it then the hooded stranger. Well it wasn’t the first time his odd appearance has been pointed out, but the first its been his eyes over everything else first.

The words pull him back from his words, expression turning clueless and confused for a few seconds until he focuses again. “Maybe?”, he muses, a hum escaping from him while restless fingers pick at the cloth of his sleeves. “Don't think I ever saw any hyenas. Online maybe?”, he pauses a second, moving his fingers in a way akin to typing on a keyboard. “No, that would be more – well, the color scheme I suppose?”, another second of hesitation

Anon or not, ask my muse anything you've ever wondered about them.

codebloodedzheeva:

“Can't possibly be worse.”, he whispered, filling in the phrase before looking over the paper another time. They were lucky he could write at all. Typing yes, reading, sure, but actual writing? That's not something you would expect him to be able to do – if you knew anything about his past, that is. His writing surely looked as if he had barely ever held a pencil before too.