His wings twitched under the raincoat, fluttering for a moment out of stress before he drags a hand across his face and groans out loud, tiredly staring at the sky while sitting on the stairs of his home.
He has more eyebags than this time and a even more tired look on his face. Fucking horrors. Always everywhere and anywhere, like pests that no matter how much you kill them, there's always more.
"..I hate it here. Is it too much to ask to have some peace? Fuckin’ Nether,, I definitely need more coffee."
He sluggishly blinks, staring at moon in a hypotonic way for some moments before shaking his head and looking away, staring at the lava and then all around his home. Him? Paranoid? Never.. Probably.
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-> The stillness of the land seemed the same, the usual, nothing out of the ordinary, right? Same creatures, same landscape, same fucking headache. -> But something, someone? It was hard to tell, but something was watching, observing, just barely hidden within the shadows. Tall, well-formed with bright, shiny cyan-colored hair. -> This thing seemed different, it was new. What kind of headache would THIS one cause?
