[ Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, but that's fine, this is fine. This is his life now, this undeath, this being a flesh ghost, this walking with mirages.
He can feel Kobra's eyes on him now and then, and something within Party wants to laugh pitifully at how life like everything feels. How can something so impossible feel so close to real? So close to home?
Makes him wish he could turn too, be a proper teenager again, go back to when things started. Everything was big and terrifying and he felt like he was going to die in his sleep, but nothing had happened yet, and he'd go back to it. He would. He won't be blamed for that vague impossible wish.
The silence is too heavy. He breaks it, awkwardly, just...he wants to pretend. Just for now. ]
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He can feel Kobra's eyes on him now and then, and something within Party wants to laugh pitifully at how life like everything feels. How can something so impossible feel so close to real? So close to home?
Makes him wish he could turn too, be a proper teenager again, go back to when things started. Everything was big and terrifying and he felt like he was going to die in his sleep, but nothing had happened yet, and he'd go back to it. He would. He won't be blamed for that vague impossible wish.
The silence is too heavy. He breaks it, awkwardly, just...he wants to pretend. Just for now. ]
Thought about yer colors yet?