#birdsofthesur

                   YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOU ARE NOT OF THIS TIME  :   ---    she’s grown quite attached to this timeline --- the humans within   ‘&   of this place.  yet she knew that she could not continue this.   the pain of returning home   ‘&   knowing their times have long passed prior to her own.  ( what an upsetting thought   /  warrock is quiet throughout her scramble of thoughts.  merely a comforting presence to her   ;   as partner should )   running is all she may do.  ( advance in this time   /   change the line   ---   hope it was not too drastic  )   a sigh.   park is silent in the falling dusk.  yet she swings on nonetheless.  her stomach curls with growl.   it goes ignored.   she may eat later.   (  ‘‘kid ya gotta eat come’on just snack on somethin at least ya brat’’   -   /   war rock calls from within bond  -  chiding her as always. )   promptly she hops from her position on swing, tumbling slightly from the awkward landing.  a huff before she runs off.

                    ❛   i’ll eat later warrock   ---  side’s time to do some stuff.  ❜  

                      A HEADACHE FROM LACK OF ENERGY SPIKES SLOW  ;     like war drum beating despite the optimistic notion she tries to settle herself betwix.  perhaps she should have nibble upon a small increment of meal or liquid even.  as starlight child turns corner she is blind to the factor of another --- abruptly she collides slightly with them   ( a pitched whine  ---  small mix of yelp and exclamation of surprise befalls from her )  she sputters   --  ( O’ !  how embarrassing this moment be! )

Dingo couldn’t tell when he had last talked to someone. He wondered if his vocal chords were still functional at all. He might have spoken a few words that he didn’t remember - or maybe those were just growls. Every time his hunger took over, it left few memories behind for Dingo to remember.

That was probably for the best.

How long had he been on the run ? Weeks ? Months, maybe ? Time made little sense when his sleep schedule was all over the place. He could go days without eating or sleeping, and he pushed the limit further every time. If he didn’t find a secure stash of food by the next day or two, he would risk losing control again.

Inktober Day 26 - Strech

"...no," She took another long sip, "Exactly what it means. You were upset about something but you were quiet about it. Until you started to advise products... maybe that's how you were able to survive the waste land," she stare down at her mug, "...he just did, and we were upset about that."

 ((yes he does but I guess that shows he cares:v))

“How did you know I was upset, if I was quiet?” Dingo seemed to forget that his face was an open book. “I still dunno who’d pay for commercials, when wastelands don’t have TVs or bus stops. Or even walls. Maybe I was forced to do this...”

He tried to reach for the mug. Coffee might just be the reason she was getting those weird dreams.

Of course, there was gonna be a hug. Dingo should have seen it coming. He didn’t immediately try to break free, even when he had to suffer through the awful puns. Dingo remained frozen in place after Emilio kissed his forehead.

Acts of affection

👃 - to bop my muse on the nose

"H-hey! Back off!!" Dingo protested. He nearly smacked Izel's hand away from him, only missing it by a few inches.

Dingo didn’t notice the slight change in his bag’s weight. He slung it over his shoulder, and impatiently waited for his stop to come. He was always relieved to step out of the metal tube, and hurried up the stairs that led to fresh air.

It was cold outside, but Dingo didn’t mind, for once. He hurried up to school, and managed to reach his class before the bell could ring. He had a wave for his friends, and crashed into his seat.

Dingo needed a little energy boost before class started. He went fishing into his bag, and felt his hand hit a tough surface. His fingers traced over the side of several books, and Dingo frowned. He didn’t remember bringing that many textbooks ...

He threw a glance inside the bag, and felt his heart skip a beat. His snacks weren’t there. Neither were his messy notes, his snacks, or his lunch box. The only familiar item he found was a PET ... that wasn’t his.

It was an odd greeting that Emilio didn’t expect. If it wasn’t for the fact Emilio is fit and he used to do this with his buddies-the boy’s punch might have hurt. “Jdoo did…Are jdoo alright? If jdoo needed too let out steam -jdoo chould have gone too the gym” ((he is more worried than anything else:v due to Izel/doll event:p))

Dingo should have seen this coming. Of course, Emilio had to think that he was upset in some way. Why did everyone always assume that he was angry about something ?

Emilio wasn’t entirely wrong, though. Dingo stared down at his feet, wishing he could stop wanting to send another punch.