#rememberthatwedie

[feathercorp]

Aleksei appeared to be a little bit pale today. To him, it felt like a struggle to just focus on his work. After his penmanship appeared to be much more squiggly and illegible he decided to set the pen down and make a quick rush to the washroom, almost pushing anyone that was in front of him out of the way as he went. The cold tap is turned on and his hands collect the water in them, he splashes the water into his face a few times before leaning against the counter with his head low.

“Aleks...?”

Mike noticed that there was something wrong so he followed the other to the bathroom. He looked worried...

[feathercorp-a-blog]

"Hey... I just wanted you to know, that I trust you."

“Thank you, Aleks...” Samiel sounded tired. “I... really do appreciate that.”

Since Mike passed away, he was overworking himself. Just to distract himself from his loss. 

[enduredxdefiance]

@rememberthatwedie liked for a starter "You think it smells bad? My sense of smell is about a hundred times better than yours. Think about how I feel." She had to pinch the bridge of her nose.

[rvlvroclt]

♣:Back scratches

“Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours- that wasn’t supposed to be taken so literally, but there’s no reason to stop now, I suppose.”

[rvlvroclt]

rememberthatwedie

“What draws you towards working with the dead? Most people would find it reasonably unpleasant.”

[feathercorp-a-blog]

"It;s... complicated. I don't know, somehow I feel ashamed about it..." He frowned somewhat and lowered his eyelids some, and his gaze. "Do you... want to know my story...?"

“Only if you want to tell me.”

[rvlvroclt]

rememberthatwedie

“Any more problems with vandals, Alexei?”

[rvlvroclt]

☀

Ocelot, it turned out, lived up to his name in more ways than anyone had ever thought possible. It started with the film over his eyes- the one that cracked and shattered and flaked away to reveal slit pupils. The pink tongue that had become barbed and rough like sandpaper. The insane flexibility. The sharpened teeth. Nails becoming claws- clacking against the ground, now.

He was being kept in a cage to emphasize the sense of ‘danger’- and to keep him from escaping, because he tended to fight. He had every reason to. 

And when a familiar face came by? He hardly even blinked. In fact, he was asleep on a blanket, breathing quietly, twitching.