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Niji, how's the new sensory input from the antennae treating you?
It's not too bad if I close my eyes and put my earphones on. My personal space bubble feels like it's grown to two billion times its normal size, though. The weighted plush helps a little with that part. Fuckin' stupid extrasensory— how do moths deal with this??
The real question is: can any of you fly with your fresh new wings? 👀 here's a fun fact; moths rely a lot on their antennae to fly
So... *cough.* Seeing as how the four of us can all already fly with the Raid suits, we wanted to try and see if Kitten could. And she can, but—
[The camera pans up to the top of the mast where a small figure in a white lab coat clings desperately. Pink, green, and red figures hover near her, attempting to coax her down. It doesn't seem to be working. The camera pans back down to a wincing Niji.]
... we... sort of forgot she's scared of heights...?
Pompelon moth fun facts for Mr Niji :)
•They are monotypic, meaning they are the only member of their genus. Entirely unique
•They exclusively feed on cinnamon. Just cinnamon, nothing else ever
•They visually mimic milkweed butterflies
~🦋🌙
A unique moth that feeds on cinnamon and ONLY cinnamon? That's— hah! That's wild. Maybe that's what I'll name my guy.
Uh... thanks, Moth Anon. Cool facts, I guess.
How do you deal with sensory overload, Niji?
... huh. That's— y'know, I don't think anyone's asked me that before.
I, uh... it's not a new thing. Had it all my life. Same way Ichiji had some vision problems, Yonji had his stupid little joint thing, and Reiju always pecked like a bird at her food. Used to just suck it up and deal with it. We all did, but it got a lot worse recently. A lot worse. I didn't really... fuck, this feels so stupid to admit.
I didn't know what to do. I was damn near catatonic from it all, felt like I was trapped in my own damn skin. It took the Doc going back in for further re- and de-modification before it got back to a bearable point.
Now, I uh... turn off the lights, put my headphones on. Put my goggles on. See if I can snag a weighted... thingie. Blanket, sibling, whatever. Sometimes, exercise helps. Kitten taught me breathing techniques. Those... don't always work, but they can.
Aren't you supposed to be dead????
HAH. Contrary to popular belief, NO. You're probably thinking of our dear old dad that kicked the bucket after his pathetic little fight with Big Mom. Good riddance, too.
