#caiyah

Caiyah came running out of the darkness with her arms open wide. There was a command she had to obey to the best of her ability. One she couldn't resist. She must hug her friends. Look out kiddos, Caiyah has come to hug Milo and Christopher. Oh look, a new possible friend too?

Chara stiffens up all over at the feeling of their name being called in the darkness, back straightening. Time has no meaning here, but they must have been working for hours, right? Months, maybe? No matter. It can wait. It takes a moment to force their body to face coporeality, shuddering at the sudden cold against their skin, staring at the back of the familiar vessel. "You called for me..?" They mumble, brushing a strand of hair behind their ear, flustered by their own unkept appearance.

Caiyah trembles as she stopped running. It wasn't possible to hug all her friends. She needed to hug them. The urge commands her.

► Hug ur friends goddammit

Caiyah picks at the cuts on her fingers. It stings. She hopes her friends are doing well out there somewhere. . .