"I can't hear him...I feel so..uncomfortable..."

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"I can't hear him...I feel so..uncomfortable..."
do your bones change color depending on who's in charge??
“What kind of question is that? No???”
"I don't understand you lot. My Uncle is the funniest man I know--"
Same question to you, Alfendi. What's your eye colour? Yellow, Olive or Amber?
"Dunno. Maybe I'm--"
He snorts--
"Color blind--"
Wakes up-
Looks at dash--
"Oh...so you all are acting like animals more than usual?"
Goes back to bed--
@double-detectives
“.......”
Alfendi stared blankly at the pair for a moment before blinking and rubbing his eyes; was he dreaming? No....Was he hallucinating..? He had to have been...
There was no way there could be two people in front of him that look like him, it wasn’t plausible...
“It feels like I’m being put to my limit...“ he mumbled. “This isn’t real...But I can’t deny I’m seeing double...Or in this case triple...”
@toppom
“A...dog...?”
Alfendi looked down at the tiny, fluff ball of a pooch and tilted his head; himself and Al were rather fond of cats and birds...but this little guy was honestly much too cute...
He found himself giving Missile a pat on the head. “Hey there, chum, are you lost..?” he asked gently.
@applesmiled
Alfendi had decided it was about time he visited back home; with Father’s disappearance and his own hospitalization he’s been avoiding the home. The guilt began tugging at his heartstrings over the fact he left his sisters home to deal with the fall out while he buried himself up to his nose in work to keep his mind, and Al, busy.
Now that he’s here, big sis Flora had welcomed him with a nice hot meal...
Oh god--
In all honesty, Alfendi had a rather weak stomach; though he didn’t wish to offend Flora by rejecting such a meal.
“Um...w..what did you say this was again, Flora...?” he asked a bit weakly, picking up his utensil.