#perennialfluff

“I’m fine, I just--uh, I just need to crash somewhere for tonight.” Raphie replies quietly, easily. He very pointedly ignores the majority of Felix’s questions, save for the important ones. “I’m on the corner of Baseline and 82nd, but I can walk your way if that’ll make it faster.”

The rain is absolutely torrential, hitting him cold and sharp like ice and soaking him to the bone. When he left McDonald’s and started heading home he’d been drenched within seconds--now he’s sopping wet, dripping like he’s just jumped out of the shower. He blinks a few times to keep the rainwater out of his eyes.

Raphie isn’t easy to fright, but his cold, huddled form flinches just ever-so-slightly at the loud boom of thunder, and again at the flash of light that cuts across the sky.

Maybe he should find some cover.

“Don’t worry too much about getting here soon. I’m alright.” He insists--Felix is going to worry too much anyhow, though. And, Raphie thinks, almost rightfully so. It’s not every day your friend calls you at two in the fucking morning and asks you to pick him up out of the middle of a thunderstorm.

God.

3. What’s something you like about how you write?

hmm,, i like my syntax

11. Do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)?

ohhhhh ya definitely i’ve gotten so much better at writing because of roleplaying

21. Do you think about your threads and your character when you aren’t roleplaying? How and for how long on average?

all the fucking time man like it’s something i think about for a couple hours a day lmao

24. What’s your favorite AU?

I am not a furry how d are

Callisto trudges up the mountain quietly, wishing the villagers had at least sent them with a goat, or something other than just themself. But they’d been stripped of everything save the bare minimum of clothing (which wasn’t doing them too well in the snow). Apparently the Mountain God was still taking human sacrifices, and Callisto’s people were more than happy to oblige.

“Can’t you at least send me with a goat?!”

The protest is still bitter on their tongue, although it’s been nearly an hour since they left. The snow nips at their nose and their booted toes and their exposed forearms but if they take a break now they may not live to reach the temple, and though Callisto doesn’t personally care about a single soul in their village... The thought of failing at this after failing at everything else is almost too much.

Besides, they’re almost to the temple. Despite nearing their goal, Callisto is a bit fearful--the god would make it quick, wouldn’t he? Perhaps if they groveled or begged for a quick death, he’d show some pity. It’d be pathetic, but Callisto doesn’t really think think they have much to lose.

Snow-caked boots finally hit stone steps--Callisto almost slips. They sigh in relief at the break from the wind and knock their feet together to dislodge the snow. When they’re confident that they’ve removed enough ice to regain traction, the child scurries into the temple and out of the cold, hurrying towards the alter.

Should they... Sit in the offering bowl? No one had told them how to summon the god. They wipe their chilled, runny nose on their wrist (a bit gross, but it relieves the discomfort of having snot run down their face) and bite their lip, gauging whether or not they were small enough to fit in the bowl.

“Gods...” Callisto murmurs under their breath, exasperated.

The bowl is too small, so Callisto settles for sitting beside it and sticking their hand into it, leaning against the stone alter as they wait.

Teryn staggers a few steps to the left, a grin the size of Texas plastered on their face. They had just run headfirst into a tree (for the second time that day), they were dizzy, and they’d never felt more ready to try sledding again. 

“’M okay!!” They shake their head and let their vision settle before grabbing the reins of the sled. “I’m gonna try one more time!!”

Without a second thought, Teryn is dragging the sled behind them back up the hill. They weren’t going to let the threat of another silly head bump stop them from sledding!

58: What’s my strangest talent?

okay i know i have a really weird one but i literally can’t think of it so i’m gonna be lame and say i just have a knack for having really insane dreams,, the other night i had one where i was absolutely shitfaced drunk and it was surreal

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

ewww no it burns my nose

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

writing a thing with ocs

112: Broken a bone?

nah

152: What do I like about myself