Mar 17
Cheran do you think you’ll ever be able to make out with your matesprit without him combusting into pieces
"/ ...nah, that one's a lost cause. it's still cute, though... /"
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Cheran do you think you’ll ever be able to make out with your matesprit without him combusting into pieces
"/ ...nah, that one's a lost cause. it's still cute, though... /"
> You head down the sidewalk, your bass guitar in it’s case slung on your back. You’re not particularly in a hurry, but this is kind of a skeevy neighborhood, the kind where there are certain people who might recognize you, which is very much not a good thing. So...You’d rather get to where you’re going quickly.
> You turn a corner and very narrowly avoid physically bumping into a familiar face. Fortunately not a gang member or loan shark, but an unexpected encounter nonetheless.
“/...oh! uh, ullane. hi.../“
> You shift your bass awkwardly on your shoulder as you realize how different you look right now.
@cloudbattrolls
> This sucks.
> But at least you’ve mastered the art of a silent anxiety attack. You’ve been very anxious throughout your entire trip through the grocery store, but it wasn’t until you got in line and ran out of distractions that your attack really hit.
> You’re fine. You’re just, breathing kind of slowly through your nose and your hands are shaking a bit. Sure, your chest feels like there’s a burning knot in it, but you’re not visibly upset so it’s fine.
> You get through the checkout and the cashier gives you your total for the box of tea and tin of cat food you grabbed. Six-something caegars. You’ve only got five.
> You stare at her for a moment, swear softly, mutter an apology, and step out of line without your items. You head for the door, maybe hurrying a bit since you just want to get outside.
> The troll who was behind you in line probably thinks that was kind of weird, or maybe just sad, it’s not an uncommon thing for lowbloods.
>> You exit the venue's back entrance and head around to the sidewalk proper, walking with your bass' case in hand.
>> You're exhausted. Deerre and Aki already left, but you stayed to talk with a few trolls at the venue since you're basically manager. You scored another major gig at the venue in a few perigees, so you're sure your bandmates won't have any complaints.
>> You hear someone running towards you from behind, but as you throw a glance back they collide with you, jamming your shoulder- And yanking your bass out of your hand in the same move. They keep booking it down the sidewalk.
"| HEY! |"
>> Yeah, that isn't gonna do shit. You extend your hand, silver threads thin as spider's silk winding around the thief's ankle. You twitch your fingers and the thread pulls taut, slicing into the thief's skin and threatening to cut their foot clean off.
>> Rather than walk to them, you just shift your fingers, dragging them by the ankle along the sidewalk towards you.
>> Someone else is coming over too, but you're preoccupied with the would-be thief.
"/ Sorry I don't happen to see the beauty in the mottled colors of the bags under my eyes, or my actual deathly pallor, or my missing and broken teeth, my broken nose, my flaking horns, et cetera et cetera. /"
"/ I don't even think I look terrible, all things above considered, but I wouldn't say gorgeous. Or pretty. /"
"/ Try my boyfriend if you want someone who's all that. /"
Hey cheran, do you have a favorite season?
"/ Winter. I like how overcast skies and snow look, and the cold doesn't bother me at all now... Everything smells sharper in the cold, too. /"
"/ I used to like overdressing for the winter. Maybe I should do that again... Go back to wearing the vests and stuff. /"
"/ ...I wonder if I'll fit in Ashe's clothes... /"
Hey Cheran do you want a kismesis who’ll stab you. Are you looking for that freak shit. Alternia IS full of fucked up doctors and mad scientists to compete with.
"/....../"
>> Cover your face with your hands.
"/...i don't know, maybe?? i don't really want to be with someone who just wants to stab or maim me./"
"...i mean, if they were actually looking to make it, uh. a pleasurable experience for both of us.../"
"/...somehow i feel like a 'mad doctor' would not be what i'm looking for there./"
hey cheran do you have a type?
"/ what does this even mean. a type in what. quadrants? the kind of trolls i like to eat? /"
"/ ...i don't really have a type in either. i guess i attract rainbow drinkers, that's all i can say. /"