"Hm?"

The doctor came back to the table to which the young man was strapped to. He held his hands up facing him, clad in black rubber gloves.

"Oh, you're awake," the corners of his eyes crinkled in a false smile beneath his mask. This always made his work more interesting.

"You're curious, aren't you," he tilted his head to the side with a lilting tone. Loose strands of his hair fell across his face. He shook them away before grabbing the hot, overhead lamp down into the young mans face.

"All the better to see you with," he picked up a needle and showed it to him. It was connected to a long rubber tube that led to a glass jar hanging on a hook above them. The jar was filled with a dark liquid.

@rcyalty-free asked: 🥃When's the last time you were happy? Truly, happy? drinking game. / open

ཐི𖤐ཋྀ ———

                         Scoffing  as  the  drink  is  placed  in  front  of  him.  What  a  ridiculous  situation  this  is.  What  do  they  expect  to  happen  when  mortal  alcohol  hasn't  affected  him  in  millennia  now ??

                         ❝ Are  you  hard  of  sight ??  Am  I  not  smiling  as  we  speak ??  Surely  that  should  answer  your  question  adequately. ❞

                         And  yet  he  would  abide  by  this  silly  little  game,  downing  the  liquid  in  one  like  an  expert  at  this  —  Hells  knows  how  long  it  had  been  since  he  indulged  like  this,  even  without  the  effects  that  he'd  prefer  to  follow  the  rather  unpleasant  taste.

                         ❝ Satisfied~ ?? ❞

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@detagen chapter ⁰ ¹  ⸝⸝ keeping watch. location: yellow hall tw: possible mentions of depression in upcoming replies as a side effect of luo's anomaly.

in a world where comfort is terribly hard to find, luo is glad to know ryder.

while things aren't often good, rare are the times when they are bad. even then, luo meets the occurrences halfway with a smile and an unwavering determination for yet another challenge.

what the boy doesn't necessarily understand is that for every win he gains, higher the stakes will become. like an algorithm in the works, taking notes of what he lacks of - or what excels at - the hauntings always get worse. in his flimsiest, nearly non existent defense, luo is smart. he knows all popular belief of that statement alone being true is most definitely against him - but he doesn't need anyone other than himself to believe it.

against the entities behind his hauntings though, he simply isn't smart enough.

Shuri/Miles Morales