#nihilomania

Rytm'll do more than hug- he'll pepper her with smoochies uwu

Nikolai's deliberate refusal to touch the folder felt like a textbook move: pivot from the object to the subject, establish rapport, and dig for motivation. While Kurama could appreciate competence in a professional, he was a little annoyed that the doctor wasn't making his job a little smoother. The awkward posture of 'Kyle Thompson' seemed to disappear as Kurama leaned back into the leather seat, replaced with an arrogance that felt natural. A smarmy smile settled onto his lips as he stared back at the doctor.

❝ You're trying to figure out if I'm a criminal looking for an insanity plea, an heir trying to dodge a contested will, or just a run-of-the-mill psycho looking for attention? ❞ Reaching out, he gently pushed the manila folder aside and out of the direct view between them. He didn't need documentation to be convincing, if anything it made the encounter a little more fun.

❝ What does a person gain, you ask? Let's see—freedom from prosecution, an alibi, legal immunity, or maybe... ❞ Blue eyes shifted towards the folder on the desk for a brief moment. ❝ ...they need to know how easily a target's testimony could be dismantled in court if their medical record showed a diagnosis for schizophrenia or amnesia. Ya know...the obvious. ❞

Kurama wasn't about to hand over his actual motive, nor was he about to explain that a six-figure P.I. retainer hung on whether he could construct a seamless psychological trap for a target in his current case. ❝ I came here for your expertise. I pay for a consultation; you provide clinical answers. So let's skip the part where you try to psychoanalyze me. ❞

There was a soft sigh as he folded one leg over the other. ❝ So I'll ask again. What would it take to fool you, Dr. Nguyen? Humor me... please. ❞

There was always that uncanny valley feeling about him ; the one where Jixu wondered if the humans around him knew what hid beneath his skin. As if they knew he had stolen this face, this flesh, and was only pretending to be the man who once wore it. While part of it may have been true, stealing Jixu's identity and life was not his intention. At least, at the beginning. Back then, he had merely been a creature driven by hunger, instinct, and the desperate need to survive. Once he realized what he had taken, there was no clear way to give any of it back. All he could do was learn, imitate, and, most of all. . . survive.

It was only then, as his thoughts wandered to whether he was human enough, that his deep, ink-black eyes settled on someone. Just like Jixu, the stranger could have passed for a human at first glance. However, the longer Jixu stared, the more he started to notice abnormalities ⸻ the faint violet hue on their skin,star-like freckles that gliimmered like galaxies, and those pink eyes that were even more beautiful when he smiled. Jixu wished he could smile so naturally like that. But he couldn't. He could mimic one just fine, of course, but it was never genuine. After all, happiness was an emotion he had yet to understand.

For a moment, he stood there, looking at him with a curious tilt of his head. How does one approach someone again? For some reason, he couldn't recall. Oh. Was this nervousness? He was nervous? Fascinating. It appeared that even his thoughts appeared to be. . . slower than usual. Interesting ⸻ he will remember this feeling for later understanding, and perhaps try to recreate it at a later time. For now, he needed to appraoch him. Unfortunately, there appeared to be several missing steps between deciding and actually doing it. So instead, he basically stalked him for several blocks before he reached out and pressed a finger gently against his forearm, his gaze focused on him. " Good evening. " He said quietly, attempting to yet again press his finger against him, trying to see if something might come out of it. " I believe we have something in common. " He added almost nonchalantly, tilting his head yet again. " I would like to find out what that is. "

For Pchan from Han Jixu!

It was always a game, this world was a fun board that needed navigation that PChan wasn't completely sure which way was correct - but humans were always so helpful when they were met with a confused cutie pie like himself. When he asks what they meant by breaking a leg, or when they asked him to watch out for cats and dogs in the wet morning, he was baffled and happily confused with their many languages. He could only grasp it thanks to the brain he ate with the body of his current choice, but that didn't really help much beyond allowing him to use their tongue and vocal cords as their own. The rest of the information wasn't something retained during death, after all, it was the first to be consumed to stop the screaming and the first digested to quickly process.

PChan, lived in the current though now. As he stares into the wondrous planet's morning, trailing down the street after a meal of the night well drained of their genetic materials. He was enjoying the freshness of a morning shower, new clothes and well, the day ahead of himself. He was doing one of his favourite things; watching humanity as it lives. The bustling workers in long coats and black office wear, the early morning commuters that took canines, that still bark at him, on their daily walks. The children of adults, racing each other down the street towards the learning facilities. It was busy, always so busy - cars that honk and engines that choke the air with fumes. Buses that carry a lot of humans inside like a sample tank of gene collections. His gaze always moved, always took in more and more, his lips at ease with smiling whenever he was caught, waving to some even which either got him a polite laugh and wave back, or not response but a smile on their lips.

It was a world of wonder this planet, filled with so much to learn, so much to collect, but as PChan's morning rush was slowing down, he understood it would be best to move onto a new place. Either a meal or just to have a nap, not that he really needed it, but it was nice to experience when things lulled in its build up of excitement. So, he was on the next path - walking through a crowd across a road when he felt it upon him. A stare that caused his senses to tingle in a way of a predator was upon him? No - it was much fainter. Didn't make his skin stand on defence nor his form to change with instinct, but it did make his brow furrow at that moment. Turning his head just slight, to check his surroundings but unable to catch them … ? No, that one. A blink of galaxy pinks and the void met them. Though PChan didn't stop walking, no, instead - he kept his eye on them, head turning as before he met the curb and blinked to break it.

Though he didn't move for a moment, lingered until someone almost collided with him. He moved on then, taking the next turn and then the next with a tilt of his head and wonder of what they could have been? He wasn't sure if they were a threat, really - but something about them stuck with him. As he bounced over pavement slabs and was about to decide that going into that café was a good start of his human-day, his arm was touched. The sensation of unease wobbled… as if his instinct couldn't tell what it was he was meant to feel here, but he turned without flailing. A little startled, yet they spoke before PChan could get his voice in.

Good evening…

Another touch.

More of them, as if… was it connecting the stars? PChan did that when he was in thought but no, they were just poking him?

Yeah - that was cute and thus, this one was safe… because scary beings didn't poke skin without breaking it, so the alien was already giggling. Wide grin and galaxy pink flaring with shifting starlight. "You're funny, I like you." Yeah, he did, and it was within that Mach 0.3-second moment that PChan's hand rose to grasp their hand - linking fingers and holding with ease.

"We should be friends and learn together then. You're pretty too…" Head tilts, a step closer and Jixu's face was held on one side with PChan's free hand. A study, a mutual wonder of skin ship. "You're really … close?" Hm, he couldn't put a finger on it, like something was off? Their hands for one were like ink dipped! No human had that, not by choice and - and, their eyes, something about them made PChan shiver, but he liked it in a sense of morbid curiosity.

            LOADING MESSAGE ... anonymous !!

what do you think of the song 'vacation bible school' by ayesha erotica?

    "Oh, I absolutely loathe it... but I do have to admit the 'Scoo-bi-doop-doo-doo, Jesus' part happens to be stupidly catchy. Heck, I once found myself accidentally singing it underneath my breath one day when I was cleaning the pews at Saint Varlam and Father Leks ( @nihilomania ) happened to overhear me. Needless to say, I had to lie and say it was a tune I made up all on my own. I mean... I couldn't very well introduce him to her music now, could I? After all, the things Ayesha Erotica sings about isn't exactly... family friendly nor wholesomely Christian."

               UNPROMPTED ASKS — ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

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