#martinsocializes

[godsstrongestpoet]

*Martin walks into his kitchen, having slept off the curious visitor of last night.. He walks to his coffee machine and turns it on through half closed eyes. It runs as he slowly wakes up. Having poured himself a cup of coffee, he grabs it and turns around. Nikola Orsinov, who has placed herself on his couch, is staring at him.*

"J-JESUS--FUCK!"

*Martin, having forgotten the reason he called in sick to work today, jumps back and barely holds on to his coffee cup.*

"O-oh.. Hey,, Nikola... I..didn't see you there. Sorry.. I'm still getting used to - all of this."

*Martin slightly cautiously walks over to his sofa and sits down, placing the slightly spilled coffee cup onto the table.

He had become decently trustful that Nikola wasn't going to hurt him, but the fright he had got and the fact that a human sized doll is sitting on his couch, staring at him, had put him off. He adjusts his glasses and looks toward her*

"Do you - - do you want anything?.. I'm..- not sure if you eat or not, but-I called in sick so I have time, I guess.."

@strangers-mechanic

[godsstrongestpoet]

Martin.. I.. What do we do? I'm so..

We need to help him right? Jon? We..

We shouldn't go in with Tim. At least you shouldn't. It has a pull on you remember? I think all you can do is wait and I'm definitely not gonna leave you here alone. So we're gonna wait. and hope that he comes back out with our Jon right?

@angel-of-the-archives

God, Sasha... It's been a while..

It feels like all i do is hope that my friends aren't dead these days.

At least you're here now.. That's good..

[godsstrongestpoet]

As you reach the park you see them sitting alone on a bench. They look so cute with their denim jacket and shaggy blond hair ticking out from under a knitted gray beanie with cat ears. They keep looking down at their phone, anxiously checking their notifications.

@theinstitutesbitchig

*Martin approaches him and sits down.*

"Hey.. You seem really worried. No matter what you say, I want you to know that - - I'm with you. No matter what."

*He speaks from he heart in this. He didn't even have to practice in his head. Maybe he's getting better at this boyfriend stuff.*

[godsstrongestpoet]

[There’s just barely a two minute delay between Tim typing, and Tim appearing through the hallway into the break room, grinning the moment he saw Martin and walking right over, sitting on the corner of a nearby table.]

“Martin. Still want to test your curiosity?”

— @godsstrongestpoet

*martin is beaming.*

*like. ear to fucking ear.*

*it's cute.*

"I - I really do, yeah...."

[godsstrongestpoet]

There is a whiff of tea that fills the already paper drenched air, a growing aroma that approaches close.

Then, with a clink of ceramic against wood, a mug of a nice brewed hazelnut liquid is placed in front of Martin.

“I, ah— Mr Blackwood ? I brought some tea for you. Black if, if that’s okay,” Reid says. “I just wanted to check on you, if you’re doing alright, since, uh,, you look- I mean- er— I’m,, I’m just worried.”

- Reid. H ( @reidharding )

Aw.. I really appreciate that.

Is it that obvious that something is wrong?

(i chuckle to myself)

Yeah... Things are.. Bad. Plain shit. - like how it was the other day seems fine in comparison. But, uh - I'm glad that I still have people who care for me. That's - - all I can say, really.

[godsstrongestpoet]

There is a cat in the archives

Oh, lord- not again. And John, if you see this, it wasn't me!!

[godsstrongestpoet]

Awwww y’all should make him dress up more often

Agreed.

[godsstrongestpoet]

geeeeeeeeet lonelied!!!

[It's nauseating, that's the first thing you feel. The nausea you get from spinning far too fast or the sickening feeling of anxiety creeping up your throat. And suddenly, the nausea is the least of your worries as vertigo takes over, you're falling. You've been falling. Perhaps you've been falling forever and you merely dreamed of existence. You open your eyes to try and make sense of where you are, what you are, but all you can see is the fluctuating rainbow colors that are the only thing that is. You recognize the patterns, they're very similar to the ones you used to do to yourself as a child when you pressed in on your eyes with your hands. And it's over, it's all over, you're in a cold, cold place and you exist but are alone.]

Call me if you need help getting out! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

- @liminally-vastly-yours

Ugh... Not again.

Gods - - okay. How do I find him.