‘i forgot my name again.’ seven @ eight ):
i refuse to make this sad :/
he’s pulling at the shirt he’s been given to wear, something to pass off as more human, carefully adjusting the glasses over his freckled nose with a grumble. there’s a moment that passes where he stares at her incredulously, before eight shakes his head. “you’re a tool, is wha’ you are. eli’s your name.” he says, before he reaches over and fixes the sleeve of her shirt. “alright, you pass as human, you may walk. i’ve got this fuckin’ sort to tame.” he’s leaning in the mirror, carefully trying to fix the futuristic chrome of his purpled hair, before he sighs. “an’ i’m kyran, right? that’s us sorted. kyran, eli, rihanna, malvik, apple, mitch, elaine. got tha’? you can prob’ly just call mitch and elaine our mum and dad, though. we’re their adopted kids or sum’n, ‘cause five looks more like ‘em?”