Apologies once again for how “buisnessy” I sound, I had to procure a temporary second host to sustain myself, being so far away, and he was quite the entrepreneur.
I tend to become more like the people i learn so much about in order to assimilate into society, i subconsciously act like them for a bit after.
I just sort of consume who they are and leave when i need to, sad for them but pretty existentially terrifying that the longer i live, the less i become like myself.
That puzzlemaster too, how he’s always thinking so deeply and existentially about everything, it’s infesting all of my thoughts oh my goodness
Anyway, it’s good to see you all again
and i had to “dispose of him” when i was done with the massacre, so if you hear anything about the professor that felt mysteriously ill and then went missing, no you didn’t
(he walks away in a swift movement that is as close as possible that a humanoid can get to “slithering”)