Don't stare...

K) 1 of their pet peeves.

"Pet peeve? Tch-- that's easy. I hate hate hate when people pull my headphones off and try to talk to me. Like, first of all, rude much? Excuse you, but I was listening to that for a reason. You don't get to decide when I stop listening.

                         Just pretend they’re NPCs…

☠ Independent and nonselective Idia Shroud of Disney’s Twisted Wonderland

☠ Friendly mun with experience playing awkward tech boys

☠ Fifteen years of general RP experience

☠ Will be slow in replying for the time being due to life

☠  Incredibly crossover and OC friendly, if you wanna talk to me, chances are I’ll talk back!! I do not bite.

(Hello everyone, I've been struggling pretty hard with my adhd for a while-- it had gotten to the point where whenever I was home, all I did was lay in bed... and it had been like that for quite some time now...

I got back on meds that actually worked for me, now that I'm at a new job I can afford these meds again...

So....

I'm thinking about making a comeback.... me and my wife (oh yeah I got married :D) over at @its-a-deal have been thinking about it, its mostly just a matter of us having the mental energy to do shit again, so bear with me... but I really want to come back. I honestly miss it here.

You know, these words were not something that comforted Idia, what, coming from a stranger and whatnot... Unable to get himself to speak up, he instead pulled a tablet to talk for him.

Send “Light tug”  to gently pull  / touch my muses hair.

The weighty locks of warm blue flame were oddly soft to the touch, a hand capable of both holding and passing through it. It was nice... And surely anyone who like hair would have loved playing with these lovely locks, whether they be alive or dead.

An almost inhuman noise left Idia's blue lips as he felt his weighty locks of fire touched, worried that some uncaring stranger had decided that his strange hair meant that they had consent to touch it without asking. Again. Of course, that didn't seem to be the case this time, as just quick look out of the side of his eye caught a glimpse of something he had never wanted to see again.

Now, this wasn't Idia's first run-in with a ghostly girl… But the last time had left him pushing down memories that he wished he could forget. Was he about to get kidnapped again? Was this ghost petting his hair because she, too, wanted to marry him? Nonononono-- he wasn't about to get kidnapped again.

You know, normally Idia would try to avoid the normie at all cost.... Nothing but trouble seemed to follow them around and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it...

But the blue-haired hikikomori couldn't help but laugh at the little comment being made, a toothy grin forming on his face as he brought a hand up to cover it.

Being one to constantly lose himself in thought, speaking out loud and things of the sort were pretty normal for Idia, especially when he thought he was alone. Singing and dancing to his favorite idol songs, however, were something much more rare outside of his room-- he usually set up in specific spots where he could be sure no one could see.

Unfortunately for him... These spots weren't always as secluded as he might have thought. Occasionally... People stumbled across him having his little fun...

And when the other had made themselves known, Idia couldn't help but screech.

“That’s just a normal day for me, I wouldn’t call that over working,” he waves him off, though interest seem to be struck with what he said next. He eyed him close before again, sighing and shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose that doesn’t sound too bad. I’ve finished my homework and what I wanted to do today so… playing a game sounds nice.”

Idia couldn’t help but laugh at Azul’s response. It was... So incredibly typical for the octopus. No matter how hard he worked, he would never admit to overworking himself, would he?

“Fuhihihi....~ Just ‘cuz its a normal day for you doesn’t mean you aren’t overworking yourself. In fact, I, uh... I would argue quite the opposite, Mr. Overachiever.”

As the Octavinelle housewarden agreed to come play a game, though, Idia couldn’t help but let a smile spread on those natural blue lips of his.