tequila_sunset: (stare)
Harry Du Bois ([personal profile] tequila_sunset) wrote 2023-04-27 03:36 pm (UTC)

PERCEPTION - (You’re on display out here, like a sausage rolling on the heating element at Frittte.)

A shudder moves under his skin to answer the tickle on the back of his neck. He hears his bones creak- the wolf’s sharp ears might hear them too, all the things inside of him shifting internally and ready to open mouths or spikes across his body.

(He’s working on the shapeshifting- he’s been practicing growing antlers, sitting with one of the deer skulls in front of him and feeling how they should be shaped. Sometimes he feels like he’s become made of clay, sometimes he feels like a shrapnel mine made of teeth.)

Then she comes forward. His headcrest bounces up and down for a moment, he considers. He likes Mukuro. She’s solid…scary but she’s not a liar. She was cool on the network after everything went down.


“Hi…okay.”

The porch has chairs. Cute little chairs for sitting with tea and sandwiches or something like that. Wait, is this like the first guest he’s had over at his house? He remembers the chairs and sits in one, starts bouncing his leg a little.

“Have a seat. If you want.”

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