Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Coming from a home full of laughter and conversation every night to one only filled with the sound of his breathing and the pacing of his footsteps has been a change to say the least. He's found himself talking out loud more, like just the sound of a voice, even his own, can bring some comfort. It's why he adopted Steve Stone, the pet rock, and why he later asked Mateo for a plant and received a surprise girl friend, Ruby Rock. The introductions went well, and Steve and Ruby seem utterly blissed out in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, so at least someone in his room is happy. His plant meanwhile, hasn't died yet, the instructions sent with it ones he follows religiously, but while it adds some cheer to the room, it hasn't really managed to fill the ache in his chest.
Maybe he needs more plants? He'll write Mateo again soon...
So it is that he's taken to spending more and more time at the House of Midnight. Not for the company of a woman, or a man, but for the access to the rooms that he can turn back into his old room, or into the Sugar Tide again, but even those feel far too empty. Instead he sits at the bar, half hopeful Flora might return, still surprised the day he showed up and she was gone, her scars healed enough. He'd been nursing a beer, soaking in the idle chatter so full of life and activity, like he could hold onto it when he finally wandered home to the dark and the silence of his new home. It's there he ran into Sunjata again, and had agreed to help the Flood with the day's task.
"Sooooo, remember your warning to me about Safrin?" he says casually as they walk to Frey's shrine. He's in a long-sleeved tshirt that's patterned with little purple ghosts all over on the black fabric, matching the brush of purple on his sneakers beneath his black joggers. "I get what you were sayin' now, about boundaries. She asked for a bit of a wild all in or nothing deal last time I asked for her help." He frowns, uncertain if he can depend on Safrin again now. There's caution where there had previously just been adoration.
Maybe he needs more plants? He'll write Mateo again soon...
So it is that he's taken to spending more and more time at the House of Midnight. Not for the company of a woman, or a man, but for the access to the rooms that he can turn back into his old room, or into the Sugar Tide again, but even those feel far too empty. Instead he sits at the bar, half hopeful Flora might return, still surprised the day he showed up and she was gone, her scars healed enough. He'd been nursing a beer, soaking in the idle chatter so full of life and activity, like he could hold onto it when he finally wandered home to the dark and the silence of his new home. It's there he ran into Sunjata again, and had agreed to help the Flood with the day's task.
"Sooooo, remember your warning to me about Safrin?" he says casually as they walk to Frey's shrine. He's in a long-sleeved tshirt that's patterned with little purple ghosts all over on the black fabric, matching the brush of purple on his sneakers beneath his black joggers. "I get what you were sayin' now, about boundaries. She asked for a bit of a wild all in or nothing deal last time I asked for her help." He frowns, uncertain if he can depend on Safrin again now. There's caution where there had previously just been adoration.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
