THERE IS A SMALL SMILE despite the blood in your mouth, crooked as your sense of humor ( and on some days your morals ). You’ve never really had friends. This is new to you. You think you like it.

    THROWING AN ARM AROUND HIS SHOULDERS you hang lazily off of Sly, affection easy and comfortable around someone the same as you. It’s what binds you together, the fundamental similarities, the power in your veins and the way the world hates you for it. It’s what makes you pick fights with anyone who doesn’t watch their tongue and drags him into your petty fights. There is no need for physical violence when you can end a life with little more than a pointed glance, but there is something satisfying about the crunch of bone and the swell of blood, even if your body is not built for it. You will bruise harshly tomorrow, your joints protesting for days, but you do not think to regret it.

🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?

it honestly comes down to if he wants too or not. most of the time he’ll help if someone needs help with something trivial ( like homework or general questions ) but he’s out if someone asks him for advice since that tends to be personal in nature and he’s not equipped for that sort of thing. the reason for it is that he doesn’t really experience emotions in a way that would be helpful for someone else. it’s certainly an inconvenience but he also just. doesn’t care