Davey the Doughnut

Greetings. I am called Davey, and am in fact a doughnut and an artist. I travel in search of other walking pastries. Have you seen any of them yet ? Ah, it is nice to meet you as well... I suppose ? { Davey the Doughnut RP blog, inspired by the Happy Snacks Sega plush. Tracking #doneandnuts. } { M!A status : none. }

[guardian-of-the-night]

He’d heard a voice before entering, he was sure of it.  The area itself didn’t seem to lively, so hearing another was a bit of a surprise.  Thankfully, it didn’t take him all that long to find the source.  “…There is now.”  But if this guy was the only one in here… just who had he been talking to before?

[doneandnuts]

     { ◎ } I barely contain a shriek of surprise as I -more or less- unexpectedly hear a laconic reply coming from a distance behind me. My instincts tell me to immediately search for whoever has just spoken as if my life depended on it, while my mind desperately tries to explain that no, it is not weird in any way to obtain an answer when you ask a question out loud. My eyes finally settle on an unknown young man about as tall as me. I blink a few times in silence before remembering that quiet staring is considered rude outside of my job.

     「 Ah... Indeed. That-- that makes two of us then. 」

     { ◎ } I am not sure he is very interested in learning about my abilities to count up to two, though. I am on the verge of regretting wishing to talk to someone, but I cannot give up that fast. Does he look unfriendly ? That's just my imagination ! Quick, a conversation starter.

     「 So... how was your day ?...if you don't, erm, mind me asking, of course... I've been tal--talking to myself for a while, and... 」

     { ◎ } I think I can stop there. He'll get it. At this point, it probably doesn't take a genius to understand that I am digging my own grave, socially-wise.

[doneandnuts]

     { ◎ } This has been a good day so far. Maybe I should try talking to someone other than myself. That would be the biggest accomplishment of the day. The icing on the cake. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. I frown at the thought.

     「 Anyway... 」

     { ◎ } No, this is bad. I cannot just say "anyway" after having been silent for so long. That's strange. It's too late now, though. I'd better pretend I know what I am saying.

     「 Anyway, hi... if there is anyone here...? 」

     { ◎ } If not, then at least nobody is here to hear me talking to myself either. A perfect win-win situation. Maybe.

[nanlanmoarchived]

Meet the muse

[doneandnuts]

LEGAL NAME: Davey NICKNAME[S]: Donnie GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Anthropomorphic doughnut PLACE OF BIRTH: A sweetshop called "Happy Snacks", in Tokyo

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Lives in the now abandoned Happy Snacks building's backshop. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  Japanese, English EDUCATION: None, his innate academic knowledge is roughly equal to that of a Junior High student.

OCCUPATION: Freelance photographer, he is currently looking for a job in media. CRIMINAL RECORD: None DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No LIKE[S]: Art in general, painting and drawing in particular, beautiful things, people who share his tastes DISLIKE[S]: Sweets, rude people, anything interfering with his concentration when he is focused on something FEAR[S]:  People trying to eat him, becoming blind

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Bashful, innocent on most subjects, passionate, a little paranoid, rational yet creative.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Blue with multicolored shades EYE COLOR: Turquoise HEIGHT:  1m66/5’5”  WEIGHT: 55kg/ 121 lbs TATTOOS: None

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: He considers the other pastries who have become humans as his siblings, but he has lost track of them in said process. PARENT[S]: He considers the pastry chef who baked him as a father, but he has also lost track of his whereabouts. Davey usually calls him "The Creator", and he both likes and fears him due to the fact that he created him and the other sweets, yet also generally sold them. CHILDREN: None PETS[S]: None

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Doesn't know yet. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. SINCE WHEN: His birth.

[yesthisisalphie]

Talk to my character using only song lyrics. They'll reply doing the same.

Let’s make a musical!

[laurenrainwater]

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way—things I had no words for.

Georgia O’Keeffe  (via laurenrainwater)

[doneandnuts]

the palette between blue and white {mitsubaaoi}

[mitsubaaoi]

Aoi had no reasons to be upset unlike what the blue-haired boy believed even though he still remained on his guard as there was no telling if the boy could be a threat to the wanted man and even though he was tired, he would be able to swiftly get a strike of the knife in his hand before he could act was he to try anything. Though he wished to upon admiring the sun rise, feeling the tiredness of his body, he wouldn’t relax before he reached his apartment where he could feel safe, even if there was no place where he truly was. However, he clearly wasn’t thinking as much as his interlocutor did, treating this encounter as a normal one, with only worries his safety though it merely was his paranoia at work. 

The white-haired man nodded, the neutral expression on his face unchanging upon hearing the explanation that made sense, at least to him considering how beautiful the sky looked already, turning his head toward the horizon to catch a glimpse of it once again upon hearing the mention of a picture. He supposed it was a hobby like any other, to wish to capture the scenery, the beauty of the park as well as the absence of people, aside the both of them, making it even easier for him to get a perfect photograph. 

If anything, Aoi hadn’t understood that the blue-haired boy’s words had meant that he was in the way though he perhaps could have noticed had he pondered a bit more. He nonetheless noticed the hesitation in the boy’s words as well as the discomfort visible all over his features, his eyes wandering in search of a point to fix that wasn’t the man’s face, particularly not the azure eyes gazing at him. The stockbroker couldn’t help but wonder what was it that might have made him so intimidating in his interlocutor’s eyes, his height being pretty average for a man, his face not bearing the angered look he wore when displeased that usually terrified his subordinates, his clothes being… as "normal" as he would usually dress. However, he soon stopped pondering as the boy started talking again. 

"Huh?" The white-haired man once again was at loss for words as he took a step back, intently staring at the blue-haired boy as he certainly had expected anything but one wishing to photograph him at such a time, after countless hours of work when he was sleepy, especially considering the other had only been here for the scenery. "Mmmm…" It took him a few seconds to ponder his options as the narcissistic in him was pleased by the proposition, to see that someone appreciated the time, money and effort he put in taking care of his hair, skin and body as well as his amazing fashion sense and found him handsome enough to be captured with such a beautiful scenery even though he was aware that it hadn’t been the photographer’s original goal. 

"Sure! Go ahead!" Aoi’s voice came out as more cheerful than he had intended, a broad smile on his lips, as, at the idea of posing for a camera, his fatigue was gone, replaced by a gleeful feeling he hardly experienced anymore these days, his life dedicated to his work on the AB Project that necessitated all his attention, his only days-off sent with his sister at home as they never went out, both of them fearing to be recognized by the government’s secret services that would only want to put them behind bars. “But you’ll need to take it without me afterwards.” The white-haired man added as he posed, starting simple as he straightened himself before tilting his head just a bit, a hand on his right hip as he curved his body just lightly on the side, hoping that the pose looked good though he was certain he looked perfect at the moment, exactly as a model would. Despite his contentment, he also wished to see what the scenery could appear on a picture considering it already was beautiful when the sun had yet to rise though it wouldn’t be long before it did now. 

[doneandnuts]

     { ◎ } Once again, I can read shock in his clear eyes. I think he is trying to understand why I would ask for such a thing from a complete stranger. I'm beginning to regret already. However, he had apparently approved of my reason for being here. It is highly unlikely that he could perceive the hues, the forms, the Sublime even, all which is both a cause and a consequence to the beauty of Nature, as well as I... but he does himself have to be able to recognize Art, since he is here, right now, with me. If I'm lucky, he is at least considering...? I hold my breath, waiting for the verdict. As he stares at me, I stare back. Cyan eyes. Rather pale skin. I look harder. I think he's been trying to erase the tiredness, both in and under his eyes. It is not obvious at first glance, and the light will definitely cover the signs, yet I cannot help but mentally take note. Is he coming back from an all-night party ? Was it work ? Of course, I wouldn't know. And I shouldn't even want to know. He's just someone, after all. There's no reason for me to mind...

     { ◎ } Finally, a joyful reply comes out of the white-haired man's mouth, almost startling me. Seeing him lighten up makes me instinctively do the same, and I feel a wave of relief. It's fine by him ? What's more, he looks happy to do it ? How unexpected. Although, it is nice to see him smile, and I, for one, am not going to protest if he is taking it well. It also means he probably will not try to cause me any harm. If he appreciates attention, then he can have mine, as long as he does not show too much interest in me... Isn't it a fair trade ? As I hear him add that I should also take a picture of, actually, what I intended to from the beginning, I feel a profound gratefulness in my heart and a sparkle in my eyes.

     「 ...alright. Th--Thank you very much ! 」

     { ◎ } Flashing a smile back at him, I give a small bow before turning around and running back to my camera. It has been a while since the last time I have smiled sincerely at someone, and it is long gone by the time I lean in and look through the lens. This is the place where I belong. I have to concentrate. I carefully put the focus on the white-haired man in front of me. His pose is common, but quite natural, which tells me that despite his apparent interest in his own appearance, he is clearly not a model. He seems confident enough in his stance -is he the type that looks himself over twice in the mirror every morning ? Not that I disapprove. At least, he is trying. Confidence matters the most for these kinds of jobs. And, truth be told, being actually happy to be there is a plus that most professional models lack. I faintly move my camera to the right. Because of the rising sun, the shadow he casts upon the ground is excessively long. I do not think he has even noticed it. I do not think he cares. People usually don't mind those things, after all. The sun is so beautiful, why would they mind ? Even if they cannot look straight at it, even if it burns their eyes -it is still beautiful to them. It is an ideal of perfection I, as an artist, never wish to reproduce. I take a couple of shots, tilt a little the view, and take a few others while the shades slowly get deeper, growing as if alive, rivals to the less and less pastel colours arising all around us. This... is what I live for. The quiet thrill, the harmony with a world of everyday miracles.

     { ◎ } I raise my head in order to look firectly into the man's eyes as I speak up on a calmer voice than earlier. It may be irrational, but I feel much safer behind my camera. Perhaps because it gives me a reason to be here. A physical representation of something I have, that others don't. It offers me a place, a role.

     「 Would you mind coming over here for the rest of the shooting ? 」

[heartful-catalyst-deactivated20]

The Walking...Sweets? [Starter for doneandnuts!]

[heartful-catalyst-deactivated20]

"Um, a ten foot roll of baking paper should be good, thank you…sorry for troubling you again." 

Hibiki slightly eased up a little as Davey began to explain himself, making sure that the noir did not look intimidating at all to the other boy as he spoke. Despite his suggestion to not worry about him, Hibiki still felt a bit of concern. It was hard not to; after all, it was in his nature to always consider the well-being of others. 

Something happened in here? The Creator? The boy continued to give off strange tells that something was amiss but decided not to pester him about it too much. He seemed stressed enough at any rate…  

"Well, I guess we’re all pretty much thrown off-track, what with the invasion and all the demons running amok. Not to mention, the current way Japan’s in…"

Of course, he was referring to the deplorable state of Tokyo, Osaka and Nagoya being surrounded by an seemingly endless sea filled with absolutely nothing. 

"Um…sorry to ask but, will you really be okay here by yourself? I’d imagine it would be lonely in here without anyone and seeing your current condition…" 

[doneandnuts]

     「 It's fine. That's... a harmless enough request. 」

     { ◎ } I roll out the bakery paper and cut the desired length. It rustles softly in my hands. I try to focus on not ripping it despite feeling quite tense... ah, not cutting myself would also have been nice. I instantly raise my index to my lips. By reflex, I pull a face as I feel both the sting of the cut and the taste of my own sickeningly sweet blood. After a quiet sigh, I begin rolling up the paper in order to give it to -what's his name ?- Hibiki. Or rather, mister Kuze ? It would be rude to call him by his first name so soon, wouldn't it ? He did not seem like he would be offended, though... I absent-mindedly agree to his statement. If all humans could be as pleasant as this one appears to be, Earth would be a much nicer -and safer- place.

     { ◎ } Wait a second. Did he just say...? I raise surprised eyes towards him.

     「 ...o--okay here by myself ? I think you evoking de--demons somewhat compromised that-- that possibility... 」

     { ◎ } Yet, it does not feel quite as scary as it should. I believe my priorities are not in the right order. But it makes sense, in a way. Humans fear demons because they may kill them. I am afraid of humans because they may kill me. Therefore demons cannot be much worse. It's still surprising to hear nonetheless. And so, I'm casually disconcerted. Didn't Hibiki say it was a general issue, though ? He had spoken as if I should be aware of this fact indeed... I hurriedly add a few sentences to my answer, trying to justify myself.

     「 I was-- well, I've been in here for a while. A very, very long while, to-- to be honest... Did not quite follow the-- the news. My bad. But I suppose it is safe now, o--otherwise you would not be looking for parchment paper... right ? Ahem... 」

     { ◎ } In a knowingly desperate attempt to change the subject, I hand said parchment paper to him.

     「 Here. Naturally, it's on the house... 」

[inboxideas]

What does your character do if mine accidentally fell into a man hole while not paying attention?

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[heartful-catalyst-deactivated20]

The Walking...Sweets? [Starter for doneandnuts!]

[heartful-catalyst-deactivated20]

"Davey…?" 

Why was this boy acting so strangely? And just what did he mean by “what are you?" He had also called him an intruder…was this pastry shop not what it seemed from the outside? 

"I’m Hibiki Kuze…I just came here to pick up some baking paper for someone. The stores seemed completely ransacked so I thought this would be the next best place to look." 

He awkwardly looked around and then back to Davey to pause for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air. When it seemed he had nothing to say, he continued. 

"I’m sorry for coming in uninvited…but are you okay? You seem kind of out of it…why are you here alone anyways?" 

[doneandnuts]

     { ◎ } I can feel his surprise as the azure-eyed stranger slowly repeats my name. I suppose his surprise is not very surprising. It is hard to put myself in his shoes, since I have no idea how he's like... but my own acts puzzle me. Therefore, such a reaction is understandable. I can only hope his innocent face is not a facade with a row of sharp -sweet- teeth hiding underneath.

     { ◎ } Hibiki Kuze. Here to get baking paper. That's a relief. He didn't come to eat me or any of the other available sweets. Nevertheless, it does not mean he wouldn't like to. I have to be careful. But, perhaps, a little less careful than by waving a potentially blunt object in his face. Perhaps. And what is it about "ransacked stores" ? I already knew some sort of apocalypse taken place inside this shop, but on the outside as well ? No, no, it couldn't have been the same one. The one that has made me alive was just a small, familial, pastries-only incident. But then again, I couldn't possibly know about what has happened out there. I was too busy bathing in a blissful nonexistence to have noticed anything. The teenager's questions finally break the silence once more. It wouldn't hurt to answer them as I can, would it ? I'd rather he doesn't get angry... even if I'm not all that calm myself.

     「 I'm-- I'm perfectly fine ! Please don't wo--worry, I'm always out of it, that's just how I am, I-- I mean, I actually don't know yet, I've just... 」

     { ◎ } Alright, Davey, collect yourself. No, I do not know yet what kind of... person I am -or rather, will be- but it is irrelevant right now. I lower the plate and let my hand fall beside me. Then, I take a deep breath and carry on with a slightly softer intonation.

     「 ...sorry, I'm-- a little lost myself at the moment. Why ? Because something happened in here, and, uh... went wrong. And apparently, I am the only one who-- who remained here. I am sorry, I do not happen to know of the Creator-- I, I mean the owner's whereabouts. But-- but I can still get your baking paper ! 」

     { ◎ } I quickly disappear behind the counter. The young man doesn't look dangerous, but I am still afraid of any possible turnaround. Thankfully, I know this place better than the back of my hand. Innate knowledge of my home, most likely. I love how everything is perfectly ordered. It's pretty. Beautiful.

     「 Wh--What length would you like, sir ? 」

[doneandnuts]

OOC;; I finally made a few icons. Time to reply to my threads and actually use them.

[heartful-catalyst-deactivated20]

The Walking...Sweets? [Starter for doneandnuts!]

Hibiki whined as he rubbed the side of his head, looking around the completely abandoned pastry shop. Normally, emptied buildings were just a normal occurrence in the aftermath of an alien invasion but the rabbit was absolutely certain he had seen people coming and going out of this little shop before. 

"I’m not going insane…am I?" 

Worriedly, he inspected the store thoroughly. Oddly enough, the display shelves were still stocked with little delicacies and sweets…so maybe someone had been here after all. Yet, it was already afternoon and there wasn’t a hide or hair of a customer or store attendant-

Boof.

He suddenly found himself walking into a stranger, rubbing his nose in a pain as he winced a little.

"Ah, sorry about that."

Taking a closer look at the person in front of him, he titled his head curiously.

"Um…who might you be?" 

[doneandnuts]

     「 Uh... I don't... 」

     { ◎ } As I mumble a few words, I feel a throbbing pain between my temples. What is going on ? I look around, confused and struggling with a dreamlike sensation. I'm standing on the ground, but my mind refuses to land. Eyes narrowed, I try to remember what just happened.

     { ◎ } ...right, now, I'm alive. That's actually easier to sum up than I expected. And I am surprisingly calm about this. Perhaps because my neuronal connections are completely numb at the moment. Yes, that must be it. I rub my eyes in a vain attempt to wake myself up inside. I believe I'm missing out on something very important, but I cannot put my finger on it. I gaze at the entrance of the shop. I could now walk out the door for the first time in my life. Then, at the sweets on display. My siblings and friends. And finally, at the blur in-between. A human-shaped blur. How funny. If I could just draw the way it-- I nearly scream.

     「 Ah--! Wh--Who are you and what are you and-- and what are you doing here ?! 」

     { ◎ } I step back in a hurry, almost tripping in the process. I have to put some distance between this... person and me. I'll admit, I already know what he is -at least, I believe so ?- but the other questions are perfectly legitimate. Except that he's been asking first. Why had it slipped my mind until now ? Right, he bumped into me, and only after that did I start to reflect on my current situation. Everything is still so foggy. I cannot decide whether to play it friendly or intimidating towards the pastries-eating monster that's in front of me, and therefore brandish an empty plate before me in the most menacing way I can summon while actually answering his question on a half-apologetic, half-upset tone.

     「 I--I'm Davey. Just... Davey. And I am so--sorry about staying in the way too... Now decline your identity and reason for entering this shop, you-- you intruder ! 」

     { ◎ } Looking back on my own words, I believe this is what mixed signals means. I can feel my fingers shaking, but I firmly stand my ground and hold my plate. If he answers he came looking for a snack -which would be, truth be told, the most plausible explanation for entering a pastry shop- I don't know what I'm going to do. Fainting cannot be an option... no, really, it cannot.

[doneandnuts]

OOC;; Hello world, this is the mun. Anyone would like a starter ?

[doneandnuts]

the palette between blue and white {mitsubaaoi}

[mitsubaaoi]

It had been yet another night spent at work, supervising his subordinates as the more work got done, the more issues appeared to Aoi’s greatest dismay. While there were tasks that could be left out for the following days, some issues needed to be solved and it was after a full day and night of work that they were allowed to go home, the most important tasks completed thanks to their teamwork. While he had no trust in others, even in those employees who had been working for the Kurashikis for years, he needed to admit their skills and admire their willingness to do even the shadier jobs though the high pay-check at the end of the month probably was motivation enough for them to do an excellent work. The white-haired man had sent his sister a text a bit earlier as he hadn’t wished her to worry, knowing full well what had come to happen last time he had spent the night at work but, even though he wasn’t worried about Akane, it wasn’t often that he went home at dawn, especially after almost twenty-four hour straight of work. 

However, as he walked home, he hardly felt tired. Was it the amount of caffeine he had drank whenever he had felt like dozing off during this long day or simply the fact that the sun was about to rise? Aoi wasn’t certain but before he knew it, he hadn’t taken the shortest walk home but a detour to a park where he certainly would be able to see the sun rise… Walking down a paved way, azure eyes glanced on the side, toward the east where the sun would show up anytime soon, gazing at the colours laid before him as this spot was perfect for admiring the sky during this special moment though tiredness was starting to get to him and there were things he needed to check about the Crash Key’s stock before thinking of heading to bed. 

He had failed to notice the blue-haired boy holding his camera, his internal crisis unknown to the man who had believed himself to be alone in this park considering the early hour though it might not be long before a couple of people may pass by, on their way to work. However, as determined footsteps approached him, the white-haired man immediately turned his head in the direction of the stranger, eyes narrowing to slits as his hand shot to the inside pocket of his coat, to the gun he was always carrying with himself in case of imminent danger, his paranoia being quite strong when it came to his safety, particularly now that he was a wanted man. However, as he saw the shorter boy heading toward him, he soon relaxed his posture, his arm slowly falling to his side though a hand found the Swiss knife in the pocket of his baggy pants, remaining there, hidden behind the fabric in case, though it was highly improbable, the stranger proved to be a threat. 

"Huh? Thank you." Aoi was at loss for words, only being able to stare at the blue-haired boy in disbelief as he certainly hadn’t expected a random compliment to come his way considering he had been assessing the threat he might have posed to him a few seconds back. However, the comment had pleased him a lot, putting him in quite a good mood considering how much he loved his hair and how much time and care he dedicated to it with numerous products as well as the crazy amount of time he used to style it everyday. "What are you doing here at this hour?" 

[doneandnuts]

     { ◎ } What a relief, the man only seems very surprised for now. Although I cannot consider myself safe yet. He may change his mind any second. After all, since I probably look quite suspicious, it's only natural he'd be suspicious of me. Let's assume it's fair enough. I do not trust him, he does not trust me. Right. I don't think most people are supposed to trust each other as soon as they meet, anyway. This is all irrelevant thinking. My mind won't stop racing. At this point, I could be melting slowly to the ground and fail to notice it. I hope that's not actually possible though. I don't want to be called Davey the Puddle. It wouldn't be beautiful at all. I really need to pull myself together -literally if I have to.

     { ◎ } Thankfully, a single and simple question rings in my ears and forces me to concentrate on the matter at hand. What am I doing here ? This should be easy to answer. That, and I can use it as a link to shift the discussion towards my request. I try to speak up clearly, but it's hard, with his eyes staring at me. Judging me. I cannot help but avert my eyes from his -legitimately- inquiring look several times as I reply.

     「 You-- You're welcome... Actually, I am here to take a picture of-- umm, of the dawn, and this park offers a perfect background. And also be--because there usually aren't many people... wandering... about... around here... 」

     { ◎ } I realize halfway through my sentence that my words are likely to sound as if I'm implying that he is being a bother. I softly bite my lower lip. That might be true indeed -at least right now- but I cannot possibly anger him. I don't want to put him in a bad mood. By default, any human is dangerous. And I don't want to check if I'm right. I try to summon a smile on my face, but I can feel that all I have managed to do is to gaze at him with an even more imploring look.

     「 N--Not that I mind ! At all ! And-- And I hope you don't mind either ! Since you're here now, is it al--alright if I photograph you along with the rest of the scenery ?... 」

     { ◎ } My tongue is apparently faster than my mind. Only after going this far, I finally understand it may bother him even further than simply having to move out of my setting. I have to play along with myself though -as weird as it may sound- and I am not allowed to take my request back anymore. Perhaps he will only think he has gained a new fan. With these looks and presence, he could as well be a star. And I wouldn't even know. In any case, I suppose he would not be too bad an addition to my shot if he but tries to pose... Even if I meant to ask him to leave. Life does not always follow the path we want it to take... and I cannot always bring myself to follow the path I wish to take. Interacting with people is so difficult I could almost cry. Almost. I only use blurring effects when they serve a purpose, and I really do not want to see the awakening of the world with blurred lines everywhere.

[doneandnuts]

the palette between blue and white {mitsubaaoi}

     { ◎ } I have chosen my composition. The setting is perfect : a park, at dawn, right when the sun begins to subtly reveal the details of this blade of grass, of that sturdy bough. Of the ephemeral awakening of Mother Nature. I have also picked the colour balance, and carefully peer through the lens. I cannot help but smile. I relish in the peace of both the place and my mind. I am only at ease when it's this early or equally as late, or when I'm equally as faraway from all sorts of known civilization. Inch by inch, the light touches the world, and it comes to life. I want to record this moment. I want to seize this beauty. If only I can see it, then I also have to. I focus on focusing. I want this shot to be perfect, like every other. Soon, the light will be just right, and...

     「 ...?! 」

     { ◎ } I suddenly stand up straight and back off from my camera in a trice. I... had not expected that. I gaze with wide eyes -I wonder if I look like a deer caught in the headlights right now ? I will never know, and shouldn't even be asking myself- at the source of my surprise. There is another living being exceeding the size of an apple in this park. Moreover it has crossed both my field of vision and my composition. A human being. I think of hiding but there is no place to conceal myself close-by. I need to calm down. The man has probably already noticed me, but if I act any stranger, he is definitely going to think something is wrong with me, and then, and then... I'm done for. I decide to close one eye and observe him from my camera. Why is he here ?... Although, why would he not be here. This all seems a little stupid, even if I cannot bring myself to pretend everything is alright. Yet, it may appear as if I am trying to take a picture of him if I do not do anything. I am nevertheless certain that any other orientation would not be nearly half as good as the one I first felt like picking, without even evoking the time factor. I need to do something. Quickly. The most logical behaviour would be to kindly ask the man to move outside of my subject for an instant... but I am scared. What if he thinks my request is rude ? What if he sees right through me and has yet to have had a breakfast and opts for the path of least resistance and eats me ? There... is no way that would happen. I hope. I could also let this opportunity pass by and wait for this storm to end. There is no way I could let that happen, though. Doughnuts are not supposed to have backbones, but I still want to prove to myself I have a decent assertiveness. Stricken by a mixture of courage, -misplaced- pride and panic, I clench my fists and head straight for the stranger. I do not have time for regrets, I have a picture to take ! Or so I try to convince myself. Even if he is taller than me. Even if I tend to see humans as humans see ogres. I gaze up to him as I approach him, respectfully -or rather, safely- stopping at a good distance away from him. I open my mouth, and... I just don't know. My mind freezes.

     「 I-- I really like your hair. The colour, it-- I think it suits you very well. 」

     { ◎ } What have I done. White isn't even a colour.

[doneandnuts]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

     { ◎ } I tilt my head, pensive. My first memories as a human being are rather hazy, and I have to focus in order to picture again what I first saw with my own eyes. I bring a finger to my temple.

     「 I believe… I recall hearing a sort of explosion, and naturally opening my eyes in response. Several screams followed through, and I instinctively knew that I was witnessing a dangerous incident. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t move. I just stared at the colourful chaos in front of me. It was scary, of course, but what I truly remember is how beautiful it all looked. Someone reached for my hand after a few seconds, and I passed out -or just can’t remember what happened afterwards. 」

     { ◎ } Looking back on it now, maybe that’s what got me into art in the first place. I smile. The vivid colours from back then are still lingering in the back of my mind. They always are. I hope they always will be too. I don't care if they call me mad. I can see them...