#alphhae

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alphhae replied to your post: alphhae replied to your post: can u guys stop...

outofchar. you need to okay, and—well, lets just say the Doctor burned up a sun just to talk to her, and he tried to tell her he loved her twice only to be cut off by dimensional rifts——

i'm planning on starting it really soon actually, i just haven't gotten around to it or i would have already

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alphhae replied to your post: can u guys stop being so otp on my dash pls ur...

outofchar. lays down and cries because I am literally the Rose to Roy’s Doctor—

i haven't started that show yet but i'm guessing if i knew what you were talking about another rainbow would pop up because y'all are too cute for your own good

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can u guys stop being so otp on my dash pls

ur making my dash shit rainbows and unicorns from the cute

[noxiousasceticism]

A chain has wandered from The Path.

Hours have been spent traversing the barren lands between Zones. The train systems no longer in working order, the tracks have long been abandoned and taken over by Secretaries. The walks were always very long and dull, the monochromatic sun beating down its heated waves upon this figure's shoulders. 

The gentle crunch of pebbles and sand beneath his cleats along with the occasional clack against the wooden planks between the rails sound as he walks. Traveling from between Zone 1's separate areas was always taxing; however, the Batter did not particularly mind the drone scenery. He's walked this path many, many times before.

For once there is a gentle breeze picking up, the heat sweltering around him due to the mid-day sun being lifted enough to provide minimal comfort. Left hand reaches up to adjust the black cap on his head, shifting it so that it wiped away the sweat collecting on his forehead.

As he moves to lower his hand, dark eyes squint slightly at a vision in the distance. A mirage, perhaps? There usually wasn't any reason to wander away from the tracks. There was nothing out here but miles and miles of nothingness. However, the so-called mirage seems to be focusing on a point ahead of him on the tracks. A group of people? A singular entity? It was much too difficult to tell from this distance.

Perhaps he was hallucinating all together. Ah, that wouldn't come as a surprise at all. Still, he would have to cross paths with this cluster of unknown data either way. He continues to trek onward, black bat propped against his right shoulder as he walks.