#houseflyy

If it was ever found out that he was doing this, Niemand could not even comprehend how much danger he was going to be in. But he did not want to think about that right now. There was no use prioritizing it until he knew it was a problem.

He was out. And, being out, in the "Keeper world"... he had expected to feel intense joy and relief. That hadn't come yet, though. Mostly just worry. Lots of worry. He was getting kind of tired of all the worrying, but it seemed to be his default at this point.

This place had all sorts of different rules he didn't know about yet.

On the bright side, it did also have different plant life he hadn't seen yet, so that would be exciting...

For now, though, he needed to prioritize getting his basic needs met. Food. Shelter. A place to get clean. Even if it was not against the rules anymore, he would still do his best to hide after he got his food so that he would not make anyone up here on Earth uncomfortable while he ate it.

"Okay. Food... food, food..."

He had a hunch on a general direction to go that would lead him towards the nearest town and out of the woods... so he blindly ventured that way.

tfw your neighbor keeps talking shit about your very real chronic injury

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Soft sounds of steady heartbeats and fluttering breaths filled the air of the scenery around a sleeping youth with a jewel shard embedded in the back of his neck that keeps him alive, his troubled mind seeking any form of peace despite all the sins he had on his hands as he was manipulated by a horrible being back in his own world.

This was the only time it seems that this boy had the peace he seeked as he laid there under a tall tree as rushing waves of a flowing stream was also near, the jewel shard lets out a shimmer of bright pinkish light that may attract others who might be near too.

All seemed quiet, a blissful moment.

Perrito is a Siamese Mix!

I tried to find a breed that shared some traits with dogs and the Siamese won out for me.

They are notoriously vocal and very playful, they have a keen desire for attention and they form strong attachments to their owners. They can even be taught tricks similarly to dogs.

And, naturally, he'd be a mixed breed because he's a mutt to begin with (albeit primarily Chihuahua).

Admittedly he wasn't expecting the little thing to talk, the dog raised an eyebrow at this fascinating revelation briefly, —but shortly afterwards he sighed resuming his cross-legged meditation position.  ❝ It's fine, Master Tosahiro always taught me all life was precious. I wasn't going to kill you, just relocate you outside the dojo.❞

Jingo seemed sad somehow all of a sudden, but he believed it was nothing a little bug could understand, —not to mention the two of them had just met.

  Jingo reclosed his eyes, focusing on the subtleties of his own breathing.