@cryptidaura
A peculiarity regarding his strange body: he doesn’t need to sleep. Well, not sleep very often. It wasn’t uncommon for the immortal to go two weeks without sleep. in fact, the longest time he spent awake had been two months.
When he was reaching his limits of consciousness, he was prone to knocking out right on the spot and not waking until a full day had passed. Usually, he planned this out so that he would sleep in his home, but sometimes he would be caught off guard.
Like right now, looking like a modern iteration of Rip Van Winkle, sleeping peacefully beneath the shade of a tree in the park, having passed out trying to help a cat down from it. It was at this moment, when the sun was near dusk, that he began to stir awake.
Gradual, but very sudden as well, his eyes first scrunched at becoming aware of the light, then his eyebrows raised and his lips smacked a few times from a dry mouth. Then his eyes opened and he sat up.
“What day is it?” he asked out loud, adding to the absurdity to the random observer. Even more strangely, he immediately sprung to his feet and started scratching himself.
He had fallen asleep on an anthill, and while the scrambling ants initially went on a frenzy, the biting went unnoticed by an unconscious blue boy, and the colony eventually calmed down; except now, when he once again stirred the nest and was awake to feel it.
“Not again, not again, not again, not again--”
