#* devin;

The way that his heart is pumping away in his chest is deafening. He didn’t know why he was here, what brought him out of the house today. Devin just knew that he couldn’t stay still. A thick layer of anxiety had collected under his skin, making his hands shake, and his appearance constantly flicker back and forth a dark sad blue and stark white - fear. “Umm?” Had that person been talking to him? He hadn’t noticed, disconnected from the alien world around him when all he was trying to do was make sense of what was happening on the inside. “I’m sorry,” He bows his head, wincing because he knows that he had outrightly changed his appearance right in front of this stranger, a thin layer of ice threatening to cover his cold and anxious body. “I don’t think I can help you? I didn’t hear what you said. I’m not from around here so if you need directions or something--” 

[ mms ✉︎ ] 001.img [ sms ✉︎ ] i have found this dog and i am not giving them back [ sms ✉︎ ] how do you take care of a dog? is it like a little human but furry??? 

“I made sandwiches.” He smiles shyly, pink tinging his hues. The parallel human was no master chef, but he was learning. Setting down the paper bag, he first sheds his coat and then his scarf - hiding the few bruises left on his skin. He had just bought that scarf yesterday, unsure to where the others had gone off to. It always seemed to be the first item he misplaced. Alas, it was the last thing on his mind as he moves around the desk, leaning against the wood as he stands beside where the other is seated. “How was your morning?” 

“Oh yeah, plus you have these massive fish that eat people! It’s wild. You guys are crazy.” 

“I have a normal penis!” Devin is horrified at the implication, turning an icy white from head to toe. “I may be from a different earth but we are not that different!” 

“Uh...” He burns in hues of red and pink, his cheeks practically steaming with how warm they feel. When he speaks, he’s very quiet, wishing he could fold into himself and disappear. “This one time, I had the thing that you guys call alcohol... Um it was... a lot, physically. I think at one point my body stopped responding to all the mood changes and I looked like a giant uh rainbow... Or spray paint cans just exploded...” The metamorph bows his head. “It was weird, I don’t think I would like to experience that again. It made my head spin too--” 

He sets down the drink, removing the straw from between his lips or otherwise he would fuel his new found addiction. “I mean me too. Totally. What exactly... are we never letting go of?”