Like a Plague

Flittermouse with a brainthat wasn't quitethe same ♟ (must have been)out of his mind

[perdu-chevalier]

“Boo.”

[frighteye]

“...Boo?”

[perdu-chevalier]

[frighteye]

“...--?”

[perdu-chevalier]

[frighteye]

[kuutabare-deactivated20140729]

[perdu-chevalier]

[frighteye]

[frighteye]

[frighteye]

cruelvanity:

       "Hmm?” Brows were raised before they came together into a small frown, the boy’s response not one she was expecting. His words short & cut off, no real sentence structure. Was he foreign? Difficulty with the language? Stepping closer, Irena (who at this point was literally STARING down at him) placed a gloved hand upon curved hip, lips pursing slightly. “Why yes, ‘sir’ is not your name, that is not what I meant. No matter, are you searching for something? I saw you walking about from one place to another–are you lost, dear?” Making sure NOT to talk too fast if he indeed had problems with the language.

Flittermouse was used to people being taller than him, having been unusually small for most of his life, but he still felt intimidated when the woman came closer. Almost automatically did he cringe, in a subconscious attempt to make himself look as non-threatening as possible. There were a lot of words at once, and though spoken slowly, he didn’t understand most of what was being said. “Search? Search warm. Search safe.” He blinked, eyes shifting nervously before settling back on the person before him, wide and frightened. “Not lost. Lost safe. Search. Bad? Search bad?”

[frighteye]

cruelvanity:

     Raises an eyebrow at the lanky male who, in her opinion, just seemed to wander about aimlessly. “Sir?”

The sudden voice made him flinch, and for a few fearful moments he thought he might have done something wrong--but the woman didn’t look very angry. “Sir?” he repeated after her, fingers twitching nervously. “Sir, a name? Name? Not mine.”

[frighteye]

Skitters about.

[frighteye]

                                                          ---- where is  ❛ safe ❜  ?

[shorty-miharu]

[mangafascination]

[peccatorex]

frighteye

     “do go —on, it was really—interesting.”

[frighteye]

For a moment he is confused, and not only because his broken concentration nearly has him forget what he was doing. "Don't understand."

[reginacanem-blog]

                        “What was that you said? I didn’t quite hear you.” As good as his hearing was, some people just managed to mutter so incoherently he couldn’t understand. The stranger was most likely talking to no one but he was curious anyway.

[frighteye]

The boy looked up with startled eyes, as if he hadn't noticed the other's presence until foreign words disrupted his own. "Said? Hear?" he repeated, a hand coming up to nervously scratch at his neck. The itch distracted him from the question, though he most likely wouldn't have been able to formulate an answer in the first place. "Ants. Ants back."

[buchgeister-deactivated20150328]

( ✗ ) ⇢                  ”Die Bibliothek wird geschlossen.” Voice stern, the phantom spared but a half - hearted glance to the person whom had entered the doors that have yet to be closed up for the night. Temperance fleeting, he still had much to do — mostly cleaning the books which now littered the floor at his feet. Paranormal Investigators were going to be the end of him —- twice over.

[frighteye]

Flittermouse halted, blinking once, twice, but did not voice his thoughts as he normally would have. (Reason being that the words spoken didn't spark any thoughts to voice.) Olive hues drifted from the man to the scattered books, but attached no meaning to either. Attention short-lived, the mouse turned and scurried away between the endless shelves, no doubt in search of a nice corner to hide and rest. "Moons cold," he mumbled to himself, focussing on the task at hand. "Cold. Cold bad. Bad moons cold."

[aerivolix]

[kuroheartkira]