#m!a affected

Mono let out a low huff before going to approach Frankie. His hooves clip-clopped against the floor before he stood before the other deep blue eyes meeting Frankie’s mix-matched one.. His height hadn’t hanged but the black and white clown nose was no longer on his face, replaced by a dangerous looking horns. Color had also returned to his skin leaving Mono the same color as Rainbow.

“What do you want Frankie? I’m not in a good mood right now.”

Accepted.

The brunette purrs a little before catching herself.

It came without a warning or reason. But he knew one thing; his time on earth was limited. He was at first in denial. There was no way he could die that easily, right...? But the truth had shown itself upon Seiji, as the tips of his digits were slowly turning see-through.

He had at first turned to Blue for help, but the god had no idea how to cure him. 

Throughout the day, the condition had only worsened. Both of Seiji's hands were already somewhat transparent, but nobody else seemed to notice that except himself, Blue and Mirage. 

At this point, he wanted to be by someone's side, but had no idea who to turn to.

The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their “emotional inhibitor.”

Tatara flipped through his phone, watching the countless video's he had saved. There were dozens of them and in a majority of them you could hear him behind the camera, laughing at whatever it was that was going on in the bar that day.