And like a freight train, one of my oldest OCs comes out of hiding to say hi, and theres nothing weirder than making pasta to eat and suddenly bursting into tears because you see imagery in your brain you havent comfortably seen in years, and the last time they were hear was back when they were broken and wounded beyond, what i thought, repair.
And yet, my little firework KAI returns, all electric blue hair and mad grinning gold eyes. His gaudy and taky open button shirts and his old man khaki shorts and his stupid sandles and socks going on.
Hes bavk and ive missed him so much, um excited to figure out how he's healed and for us to reconnect!
















