#lotuswrite

⁝ ▹ DOPPO is in a fog, his natural state of being -- and he feels in down to his bones. His eyes are heavy and he feels the gentle tug of sleep at his consciousness even if he’s apt to ignore it right now. Anxiety, a constant fuel beneath his skin, propels him forward; it’s only mid-day and he really doesn’t have any excuse to be so tired.

It is his fault, though, that he’s so sleepy -- he should have been better at making sure his sleep schedule was consistent since getting here. He let himself sleep in once and since then...

The internal monologue of berating himself is indeed cut short the moment he enters a small bookstore. He’s not sure what made him come in here (except, maybe, the idea of coffee and a comfortable chair) but it’s one of the people he distinctly does not want to see that causes him to pause.

He stares at Gentaro for a moment before taking a step to the side in an attempt to hide behind some bookcases, hoping he hasn’t seen him. He sighs, leans against the bookshelf and causes a precariously balanced pile of books to tumble down with a loud thud.

new guest, new guest! hello hello, harai kuko / @vulgarfaith, and welcome to our fabulous terra!

you will be housed in twin apartments m4, where you will find a miniature shakujo. bright side, it doubles as a pen! isn’t that convenient?

it seems andromeda, the sage of time, has taken a liking to you! as a result, you’ve been granted the ability momentary glimpse.

the city is open to you, yumeno gentaro. welcome to terra.

you will be housed in celestia apartments C16, where you will find a reasonably fancy fountain pen to replace the items taken from you on arrival. at least you can still... do... authoring.

you have been granted tenebrae’s spell darkness to use at your discretion. a little edgy, but there’s nothing wrong with that.