#patrcl

“Dude, how’s that morbi–ahhh so you’re not dead?” Kiriya looked at the robot up and down before letting out a chuckle,

9: Is there a certain writing style or colloquialisms you have to use for you muse that changes from your own?

Muffet tries to sound high-class and sophisticated (unless she feels she can act casual i.e. around a friend) and I... do not at all! So. There’s that. I’m not sure I 100% understand the question though /shrug

10: Have you picked up any of your muses habits

I call everyone dear/darling/deary/etc now without even thinking about it.

The witch is just happily strolling along, enjoying himself truly in what was called District Delta. The only reason he was enjoying himself was because his mind was thinking about past things that he had done in his world. Not anything that he could have done here, he hasn't done much. Already over a month? It really didn't feel like too long ago that he had come here. It felt recently, like perhaps only a week of his time. Clearly, he was getting too old and his memory was messing with him.

Walking around the mute ended up running to, something rather hard feeling. He took a step back, rubbed his rather confused before looking up at what he had run into. Oh boy did he have to look up! Whatever this was, was several feet taller than him. The rather old 5' 9" felt really small and useless of a second there. They ignored the thought, though their face probably didn't change as they just stared and instantly thought.

☠ = pushing them against a wall .