❪ it's a quiet warning that whispers up his back before he finds the other, clothed gaze peering down to the new companion unhindered. most animals dislike it. how curious. a hand extends, slow, in offering. ❫ how small.
( aside him sits a cat,its cranium inclines subtly to the side;it’s rare to feel any other shadowy presence in shanghai,especially not by the shadow of the city itself. )
what makes it nonesense? ❪ there's a certain amusement in its interactions with the mortal flesh bags that roam this world. their minds complex yet terribly punishing. it would never understand. ❫
you feel it, yet it's nonesense?
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❪⠀truth is, no answer will make him look less than a gloomy loser, or so he thinks. his throat feels dry, like sandpaper.⠀❫⠀... i just, think that life feels strange lately, it's just a nonsense feeling, maybe.
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the sarcasm sails over its head, cranium canting just enough to allow the entity to take in shaman’s profile. lips quirk into something quietly amused as digits still in onyx tresses. “you attract what you repel. it is a nasty thing.”