#zeimos

Whatever.

     “Does this sarong make my ass look fat?”      No, the most concerning thing was not the question --      but the fact that the semi translucent fabric was all he      was wearing. 

             “You’re still not convincing me to steal that bag for you. Also,              wrong. I don’t have human instincts. I’m not human.” Caspian              didn’t even pause to let the other catch that. “You’ve got two              hands on you. Just go get it. They’re barely paying attention to              it.”

   This truly was becoming too much for Mink. The two separate minds of Zeit and Deimos, it was terrifying. In the past, he had a great level of trust of Zeit, but as the days went on, it thinned. How could he be sure who he was talking to? For all he knew, the person standing in front of him now could only be pretending to be Zeit, a liar, his words dripping with deception. Mink cared so much for Zeit, that much was obvious, but that darker part of him, underlying nothing more than the thin layer of his skin, watching from the shadows, was unnerving. 

As he passed by old warehouses, he did pause to spare one a glance before a sigh would leave him. It’s getting to be late and he was feeling restless rather than being struck by lethargy of a few days skipped rest, so he chose to venture out into the night and bide his time with whatever he felt up to doing at the moment. 

holy shit yes please it’ll take my mind off it and i miss rping with you ;;