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Ω ∫ “God damn, what a fuckin’ dream that was...” He didn’t remember much of it, but it left a sick feeling in his gut––a similar sick feeling to remorse.
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∆ { bush tactics. || gcdtrashed. }
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∆ { WHITE SUIT BOY/GIRL. }
It took Busto a moment to register the voice, and another moment to realize they were calling to him. He supposed it should have been obvious – how many other people here were covered head to toe in a white suit? Still, it was a bit of a surprise that someone was trying to talk to him. He was new here, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to talk to anyone yet.
He turned around to see who had spoken, but he couldn’t find anyone. None of the others walking down the street were looking at him; they all seemed preoccupied. He thought he saw a bush rustle slightly, and he frowned under his helmet. Was this how they greeted people in the city, by hiding in the bushes and shouting at them?
Regardless of how weird (and potentially rude) it might be, Busto couldn’t help but be curious about it. He stepped toward the bush, toward wherever the voice might have come from.
∆ { Jean yelped lightly, ducking down further into the bushes with a small rustle. He just wanted to observe this white suit boy (or girl), not get caught! Getting caught meant confrontation, getting caught meant talking... getting caught meant possible screaming if he talked for too long. And that was never good.
Wide white eyes peered out to see the other through the gaps in the leaves, watching to see what this white suit boy/girl would do next. Maybe they’d leave and he could move to a different spot.
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A spider crawled onto the sill, setting Stray Cat’s hunting instincts alight. As it tried to pounce, the movement just shook the flowerpot it was rooted to... straight out the window, and directly onto the one passing under it.
α - ω ( CONTINUED FROM ASK. || GCDTRASHED. )
α - ω ( MAYBE FRIEND. )
Busto glanced around to find where the voice was coming from, and his eyes widened slightly once he found the source. Oh. That was an awfully large creature. It looked like some kind of deep sea monster with several eyes and even more tentacles. The creature’s voice rumbled in his head, sounding oddly innocent. It was… asking about the weather?
Okay. He was on his guard, but he could work with that.
“Uh… I don’t think so. The skies look pretty clear to me.”
α - ω ( The Shambler looked up at the sky, seventy eyes scanning it. He curled up a little more, protecting himself from possible sudden storms. |[ RAIN COMES AT ANY TIME. NOT GOOD. DUN LIKE IT. WET. WET IS BAD. BUT YOU SMART. I BELIEVE YOU. KINDA. YOU NOT GET WET, EITHER. ]| He began to lean on and half-hover over the man, trying to protect him as well as himself.
∆ { “I think I have a boyfriend now...” It hits him. Someone likes him that much. “I-I think I might have a boyfriend now...!”
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Sleep deprivation is an amazing thing. He’s been wandering about for a while now, desperately trying to find his way back to that place that’d been called his hut because he was certain that it contained a bed he could use without money-- what currency did the locals use here anyway? If it’s Hero training, they can ease up just a little bit, can’t they? Leave indicators of some sort... “Maybe-- that’s what this is?” Rubbing his eyes, Mashirao uses the furred tip of his tail to knock on (double-tap-tap!) what looks to be a screen-- Except, it’s a person. It’s a helmet. His tail hairs stand on end and Mashirao scrambles back with a shout. “AHHHH. ...Ah...?”
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∆ { Jean loves to read. He was a librarian, for Christ’s sake; one has to have a love of books to take up that job. It’s one of the things that will always calm him down, for if he can understand books, maybe he’ll understand the world.
