꧁𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧 • @flintlock-kaz ꧂
Jonathan personally thinks that there has never been a worse idea than forcing a young man with the ability to teleport anywhere in the known realms of reality who suffers from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. Luckily the man has filled his prescriptions before the quarantine began and the onsite medical staff are fully equipped to deal with all sorts of scenario —from the most mundane to the insanely supernatural— that may arise from this lockdown. Regardless, the very idea of being confined in a single point in space has got the spellcaster fidgeting all morning. It’s bad enough that he couldn’t travel, but here he is, wandering the empty halls despairing to keep his focus.
As of current situation, he’s counted up to 578 lightbulbs in a desperate attempt to prevent his mind from wandering and to keep him tethered to this reality, when his senses caught on a familiar aura. With his mind still fixated on the overhead lighting, he walked further down the hall, turned to the corner, and continued on until he stopped in front of a room near his. “Oh...” he thought to himself when he realised where he was currently. Standing in front of the closed door he debated for the longest time on what he should do. Unfortunately for the man on the other side of the door, Jonathan’s need for companionship has toppled over whatever was left of his self-preservation instincts. Knocking on the door before twisting it open, he put on a big smile before screaming, “Kazimir! I am bored, come go for a walk with me?”
A walk. Of all things to bother him for, it was for a damned walk. Kazimir found himself quite generous when it came to the other on usual days. And it came to a point that he even stretched out his 413 kilobytes of patience to such great lengths that the tips of his hair had slowly started small embers.
There were days when he imagined that this was some sort of hell... Or purgatory. That Jonathan was his personal hellspawn sent to torture him when he's at his most vulnerable.
"I'm not going anywhere outside this room." he declares with the resolution of ten octogenarians refusing to admit they're wrong. "There's no fucking way I'm wasting this indoor time to do anything."
There was a heavy rustling on his end, covering his whole body with the coziest duvet possible. "I'm banning any interaction today after yesterday's mission."








