what an awful way to go...

He holds out a large bouquet with an assortment of pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, offering it to you.

Oh! Thank you, these are wonderful. Haha, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you my favorite color anyways, who really needs to remember the little things?

Well, I just thought I'd call in to you again anyways, you know? Sorry if I'm pestering you, it's just that talking to you helps me get my head on straight, clear my mind, right? I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and whenever you cross my mind it helps me see reason, it's odd. But anyways, I hope you like the flowers, I would've bought you a pot too, but I know you're not the type to garden, hah.

Hey, did you wanna know 'bout my folks and how we go about our day and stuff? I remember you mentioning it, if now isn't the best time that's fine too though, I don't mind.

OH! Yes, ABSOLUTELY! C’mon inside, now, now—Sorry for the mess I don’t bother much, make yourself comfortable at the couch it’s to the left, right, fuck I always forget, left just sounds better to me what can I say, I need to get these situated in my office and grab another notebook and pen and—DON’T SAY A THING TILL I’M BACK I NEED TO HEAR EVERYTHING!

Chase cautiously made his way through the threshold of the door and sat himslef down on the old, lived-in couch. A layer of dust lifted as he sat down and made him cough once or twice.

He liked being in John's company a lot more than he anticipated, and wondered if he had ever enjoyed being with someone as much as this. He patiently awaited his arrival while he could hear John flustering around upstairs.

Sometimes I wonder if falling down these damn stairs would make it quicker!

He grumbled as he nearly tripped. He went to go sit beside Chase, before dropping the notebooks and heading towards the kitchen first.

D’ya like tea?

He shouted from the kitchen despite the fact it’d still be plenty easy to hear him if he hadn’t. He doubled the water in the kettle without waiting for an answer and stared at it while it boiled.

After a moment, he slowly and carefully walked back to Chase, placing a tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.

He plopped down next to Chase, picking up the smaller note book and clicking his pen a few times.

Well, whatdya want to hear? My mother's tongue, my own folks, holidays, traditions, folktales, or whatever? Oh, and I'm assuming you wanna hear about my ma's side, I mean, there's not much info I could give ya on human texts that isn't already available online or somethin'. Oh, and I guess I could try and describe our biomechanics or whatever, but I ain't no college major! Hah..

Chase took a sip from the teacup but almost spat it out before realising it was much hotter than expected and burnt his tongue.

He hissed through his teeth as the cup was placed back down again, flapping his hand in attempt to "cool" his tongue.

Hey, what kinda tea is that, John? It's uh...it's hot alright!

He said, he never had an idea of what to start with, he wasn’t sure what was most important to them. He knew that asking the sources could provide plenty of bias, but that’s how it had to go sometimes.

Do just start with what you know best or feel is most important, you’ve got plenty of time to tell me all about it!

As Chase burnt his tongue he couldn’t help but laugh. It was an obnoxious and loud one, but he cut it after a moment.

He holds out a large bouquet with an assortment of pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, offering it to you.

Oh! Thank you, these are wonderful. Haha, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you my favorite color anyways, who really needs to remember the little things?

Well, I just thought I'd call in to you again anyways, you know? Sorry if I'm pestering you, it's just that talking to you helps me get my head on straight, clear my mind, right? I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and whenever you cross my mind it helps me see reason, it's odd. But anyways, I hope you like the flowers, I would've bought you a pot too, but I know you're not the type to garden, hah.

Hey, did you wanna know 'bout my folks and how we go about our day and stuff? I remember you mentioning it, if now isn't the best time that's fine too though, I don't mind.

OH! Yes, ABSOLUTELY! C’mon inside, now, now—Sorry for the mess I don’t bother much, make yourself comfortable at the couch it’s to the left, right, fuck I always forget, left just sounds better to me what can I say, I need to get these situated in my office and grab another notebook and pen and—DON’T SAY A THING TILL I’M BACK I NEED TO HEAR EVERYTHING!

Chase cautiously made his way through the threshold of the door and sat himslef down on the old, lived-in couch. A layer of dust lifted as he sat down and made him cough once or twice.

He liked being in John's company a lot more than he anticipated, and wondered if he had ever enjoyed being with someone as much as this. He patiently awaited his arrival while he could hear John flustering around upstairs.

Sometimes I wonder if falling down these damn stairs would make it quicker!

He grumbled as he nearly tripped. He went to go sit beside Chase, before dropping the notebooks and heading towards the kitchen first.

D’ya like tea?

He shouted from the kitchen despite the fact it’d still be plenty easy to hear him if he hadn’t. He doubled the water in the kettle without waiting for an answer and stared at it while it boiled.

After a moment, he slowly and carefully walked back to Chase, placing a tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.

He plopped down next to Chase, picking up the smaller note book and clicking his pen a few times.

Nosy, nosy, nosy, was it a crime to leave people be? One outing, just. one. Where someone didn’t approach him. He was still on edge, after all.

…….Though this may be a good opportunity to talk about himself, not only was it interesting to everyone involved, it was also a good way to keep his memory … active. He turned, ready to talk, only for this mindset to shatter.

He looked at it…yeesh. It was really bad, and it was his favorite. His mind wandered to the ones that were perfectly fine in his closet, but he let that go. This was his favorite. He could just get it mended later.

It had him looking at his own suit, he didn’t like the one he was wearing. They all looked the same, but he could tell they were different. The ones he actually liked were…dirty.

Anyway! You wanna hear about me? :)

He pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down.

Oh, yeah! I’d like to hear…well anything you want to talk about! What sort of reptile(?) are you emulating? Is there a reason you’re essentially paper white? Do you sunburn easy? He glanced to the side of Dee. What’s with the tail? It’s a tie, right? Really, anything and everything, I’d love to hear!

He started gesturing with one of his hands as he listed off answers to the mans questions, but noticed how fresh and angry the scars and scabs on his palm were and stopped doing so for the time being.

Although a smile was plastered on his face the whole time, it had surprisingly turned to something a little more genuine. The guy was clearly interested, and Dee had lots to say… it was just a matter of what was most important as to what he was, he figured.

He had a giddy grin on his face, he was interested in knowing! Getting information was so easy around here, they just…TOLD YOU!!! This was great!!!!

Oh, disciples, disciples okay—okay…

He scribbled down a few things, it sort of looked like his hands were shaking? Hard to tell if it was from the fact he hadn’t eaten in probably three days or from being excited to be able to get clear information.

He holds out a large bouquet with an assortment of pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, offering it to you.

Oh! Thank you, these are wonderful. Haha, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you my favorite color anyways, who really needs to remember the little things?

Well, I just thought I'd call in to you again anyways, you know? Sorry if I'm pestering you, it's just that talking to you helps me get my head on straight, clear my mind, right? I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and whenever you cross my mind it helps me see reason, it's odd. But anyways, I hope you like the flowers, I would've bought you a pot too, but I know you're not the type to garden, hah.

Hey, did you wanna know 'bout my folks and how we go about our day and stuff? I remember you mentioning it, if now isn't the best time that's fine too though, I don't mind.

OH! Yes, ABSOLUTELY! C’mon inside, now, now—Sorry for the mess I don’t bother much, make yourself comfortable at the couch it’s to the left, right, fuck I always forget, left just sounds better to me what can I say, I need to get these situated in my office and grab another notebook and pen and—DON’T SAY A THING TILL I’M BACK I NEED TO HEAR EVERYTHING!

He stands there, hands behind his back, a new light in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

Well I’m glad you’re accepting yourself, glad I could be the push you needed. Oh! And don’t apologize, I’m happy to see you! Nice to see a friendly face around here, lots of people are…well I wouldn’t say unfriendly, just…off putting, that’s how we’ll put it.

John tapped against the little note book he’d been carrying earlier, it was plain and green. He flipped through the pages like that’d have an answer.

He stands there, hands behind his back, a new light in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

Well I’m glad you’re accepting yourself, glad I could be the push you needed. Oh! And don’t apologize, I’m happy to see you! Nice to see a friendly face around here, lots of people are…well I wouldn’t say unfriendly, just…off putting, that’s how we’ll put it.

John tapped against the little note book he’d been carrying earlier, it was plain and green. He flipped through the pages like that’d have an answer.

>Hallu.<

He stands there, hands behind his back, a new light in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

Well I’m glad you’re accepting yourself, glad I could be the push you needed. Oh! And don’t apologize, I’m happy to see you! Nice to see a friendly face around here, lots of people are…well I wouldn’t say unfriendly, just…off putting, that’s how we’ll put it.

John tapped against the little note book he’d been carrying earlier, it was plain and green. He flipped through the pages like that’d have an answer.

Nosy, nosy, nosy, was it a crime to leave people be? One outing, just. one. Where someone didn’t approach him. He was still on edge, after all.

…….Though this may be a good opportunity to talk about himself, not only was it interesting to everyone involved, it was also a good way to keep his memory … active. He turned, ready to talk, only for this mindset to shatter.

He looked at it…yeesh. It was really bad, and it was his favorite. His mind wandered to the ones that were perfectly fine in his closet, but he let that go. This was his favorite. He could just get it mended later.

It had him looking at his own suit, he didn’t like the one he was wearing. They all looked the same, but he could tell they were different. The ones he actually liked were…dirty.

Anyway! You wanna hear about me? :)

He pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down.

Oh, yeah! I’d like to hear…well anything you want to talk about! What sort of reptile(?) are you emulating? Is there a reason you’re essentially paper white? Do you sunburn easy? He glanced to the side of Dee. What’s with the tail? It’s a tie, right? Really, anything and everything, I’d love to hear!

>Hallu.<