NOW, this is strange. Since his abilities have been stripped away (yet again) and replaced, the world is deceptively mundane. It's as if all his keen senses have been gently wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. It's a jolt when he's hit with such unease when he sees a figure coming the opposite direction toward him on the sidewalk.
It's funny. He's the one floating off the ground, glowing, a hulking, mean-looking bastard haunting the night in the early autumn fog. He's sure it doesn't help that he swivels around to hover next to the stranger rather than walk past. If he's learned anything in his time in the physical, it's to go toward fear, not away.
❝ Nice evening out. A perfect night for a stroll. Hope you don't mind if I tag along. ❞
Also, Star Platinum is a desperately lonely individual.
@divinationswake
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