[ He can't float. He can't make his smoke. He's not wearing his clothes, and he can't change his form. For the first time in centuries, he's static. It's uncomfortable being in his own skin. It feels too human. And when you haven't been human in a long time, then you feel just plain wrong when you do feel human. ]
...Where... Has everything gone?
[ If he didn't normally seem so mild-mannered, he'd be showing his anger. But no, no, make yourself not a threat. Make yourself approachable and learn the secrets. That's what you do. ]
[ III. Home? ]
[ There is something tugging at the edges of his mind. It feel important, but he can't place it. But he'll cook and clean and be a good young man, who seems so used to this (why can't he remember why?) but really, he's just kind of hanging on and trying to be useful. He wears a warm, sunny smile, and he'll even ask how your day is doing. That's the kind of person he is. ]
Do you need me to do anything? We're all in this together, after all.
[ VIII. Scapegoat ]
[ Well. There it is. Out in the open. As someone else is sent to their death, screaming at him for letting them take the fall because they knew and he'd come to them for help... Well. So much is in the open now. The pleasant persona falls, and in its place is a cold, uncaring look. ]
Well. I suppose now that the cat's out of the bag, we all have a lot to talk about, don't we?
The Baku || Monochrome Baku Series
...I don't like this.
[ He can't float. He can't make his smoke. He's not wearing his clothes, and he can't change his form. For the first time in centuries, he's static. It's uncomfortable being in his own skin. It feels too human. And when you haven't been human in a long time, then you feel just plain wrong when you do feel human. ]
...Where... Has everything gone?
[ If he didn't normally seem so mild-mannered, he'd be showing his anger. But no, no, make yourself not a threat. Make yourself approachable and learn the secrets. That's what you do. ]
[ III. Home? ]
[ There is something tugging at the edges of his mind. It feel important, but he can't place it. But he'll cook and clean and be a good young man, who seems so used to this (why can't he remember why?) but really, he's just kind of hanging on and trying to be useful. He wears a warm, sunny smile, and he'll even ask how your day is doing. That's the kind of person he is. ]
Do you need me to do anything? We're all in this together, after all.
[ VIII. Scapegoat ]
[ Well. There it is. Out in the open. As someone else is sent to their death, screaming at him for letting them take the fall because they knew and he'd come to them for help... Well. So much is in the open now. The pleasant persona falls, and in its place is a cold, uncaring look. ]
Well. I suppose now that the cat's out of the bag, we all have a lot to talk about, don't we?
[ IX. Wildcard ]
[ Hit me with your best shot ]