#keykeepingbastardtm

|Closed RP|

One moment, the world around him is dark and unfeeling, the next- a vibrant explosion of colors overstimulating his visual senses. Was it even possible to taste colors? Similar thoughts flooded his mind as the unsuspecting silhouette fell from the air, landing perfectly on his heels for just a moment before collapsing to his knees from the sudden impact.

“What…?” The newcomer reached out a hand to touch the floor in front of his own eyes, only to pause as he glanced at the skin on his arm- skin? Upon closer observation, he noted that this was indeed not flesh, seeing as it felt like a soft material of sorts. Something… plush…?

His mind couldn’t wrap around the very sensations and sights he was beginning to unravel about his new surroundings. He could feel, only feeling wasn’t like what he’s used to… but what was he used to in the first place? Recollections of feelings for memories he couldn’t quite remember flooded his mind. It suffocated him with an elevating level of anxiety until he just couldn’t sit still any longer.

Answers. He needed answers. Standing up sharply, the newcomer quickly traversed down the halls, wobbling a bit as he tried to regain his balance, uncertain as to why he was having difficulty running let alone running. It was as if the newbie was having to teach himself how to put one foot in front of the other all over again.

“Left, right, left, right…” he’s mumbling to himself, looking down for the most part down at his shoes, not paying the slightest attention to his surroundings, or those nearby his surroundings…

Spiderman points.

Jax stood with a basket of supplies, peering at the door with the yellow version of himself staring back with a big happy smile. “…Jeez, whatta door..uh, heya sunshine! You alive in there?” He knocks on the door.

Palo didn't immediately recognize the voice that called out to him from beyond the door, but he knew just lying here in bed and willing the heat to go away wasn't working. A soft whimper escaped him before he finally managed to drag himself up out of bed and make his way to the door. "I'm alive... Feels like I'm dying, though," he mumbled as he opened his door. His legs twitched, threatening to give out underneath him.

( WHY DID YOU PRE-MARINADE YOURSELF )

If possible, his grin got even bigger, up to where he had to squint his eyes , leaning forward a bit and pressing an index finger against his cheek.

Cue the warning THUMP.

Then a second one, translation; I'm watching you.

So.. was he, his stare never wavering with his main focus on the kits instead of the THUMPING rabbit.

Only a simple

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