#cryptidaura

A peculiarity regarding his strange body: he doesn’t need to sleep. Well, not sleep very often. It wasn’t uncommon for the immortal to go two weeks without sleep. in fact, the longest time he spent awake had been two months. 

When he was reaching his limits of consciousness, he was prone to knocking out right on the spot and not waking until a full day had passed. Usually, he planned this out so that he would sleep in his home, but sometimes he would be caught off guard.

Like right now, looking like a modern iteration of Rip Van Winkle, sleeping peacefully beneath the shade of a tree in the park, having passed out trying to help a cat down from it. It was at this moment, when the sun was near dusk, that he began to stir awake.

Gradual, but very sudden as well, his eyes first scrunched at becoming aware of the light, then his eyebrows raised and his lips smacked a few times from a dry mouth. Then his eyes opened and he sat up.

“What day is it?” he asked out loud, adding to the absurdity to the random observer. Even more strangely, he immediately sprung to his feet and started scratching himself.

He had fallen asleep on an anthill, and while the scrambling ants initially went on a frenzy, the biting went unnoticed by an unconscious blue boy, and the colony eventually calmed down; except now, when he once again stirred the nest and was awake to feel it.

Nothing but the truth!

“Excuse me?!”

Oh, look, another button pressed.

“Just because we come back from it, don’t mean death suddenly doesn’t make a mark! People still feel and remember that shit! And unless they’re goddamn psychopaths, they don’t like it! Who cares if it matters in the long run?! Death matters, okay?! Somehow, in some way, death. Always. Matters!” 

A pause. A moment to breathe, to somewhat collect himself. 

“Admittedly, I’m a little iffy on the issue when it comes to NPCs. But don’t tell anyone.” 

anyone who cites the meme will be shot on sight

         “Ugh... I get blamed for plenty of things, because I’m the one who loses his temper and snaps first. Look, I won’t argue that I need to have better control over my feelings, but I’ve been blamed for things I didn’t even start. I’ve been blamed for being suspicious of people, I’ve been blamed for hurting people when I didn’t mean to, and all because I’m not that great with people!

     “Again, I know I could stand to cool it, but it’s not like I don’t try to! And in some of those cases, it’s not like being gentle would have helped! Sometimes the truth just hurts!

     “... Sorry, I guess this isn’t a specific time. I just got kinda heated.”

you’ve got it, litany!

ryo asuka has been reserved for you until june 10th!

They’ll be dropped for you!

Reserved!

70 horrible questions

Brooke’s silent for a while. She’s thinking, very seriously, about her answer to this question. Not long ago this wouldn’t have even been something she’d have had to worry about. Now... well.

Ah. Casual species-ism: always a great icebreaker. 

“Suppose I should thank you for being so understanding,” Travis said dryly... not quite realizing the irony in that bit of snark. I mean, the woman in front of him had made a point: Travis had assumed she wasn’t desperate enough to turn a literal garbage heap into a meal. Or maybe she just preferred her food to have a seasoning of rot. 

Might honestly make more sense than why he was out here, gross as it was.

But I digress. Without another word, the rummaging began anew. Two total strangers, rooting through filth under the cover of night. Silent... until a sudden curiosity gripped onto Travis too tightly to be ignored, and forced him to ask:

“So, what’re you?”