[ Path has been having the fucking time of his life.
Taken from the end of the world, planted in a bubble-dimension where living people are aplenty and their emotions are freely — loudly — expressed, he's been hopping from meal to meal, having long conversations brimming with invasive questions, making himself both a nuisance and a delight to see which gets him the best, strongest snack. He's been a little rabid with experimentation and making up for lost time, but Coyo was lucky enough to catch him in a moment of rest tonight, deep in a dream that's shaped to his liking a little too well. All the pleasure fabricated in his subconscious is made into shameless reality, leaving marks on the sheets, in his clothes, and in the brains of anyone unfortunate enough to have picked up his range of euphoric noises.
He's sweating by the time Coyo meets his lips, more tired than this body is supposed to be, swallowing hard as he stares at the wonderful stranger. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, growing more manic the sharper his focus becomes and the longer he goes without blinking.
How are you feeling. She might as well be an angel with a message from god. ]
… No one ever asks me that.
[ Path won't throw her off. He might not let her go, actually. ]
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Taken from the end of the world, planted in a bubble-dimension where living people are aplenty and their emotions are freely — loudly — expressed, he's been hopping from meal to meal, having long conversations brimming with invasive questions, making himself both a nuisance and a delight to see which gets him the best, strongest snack. He's been a little rabid with experimentation and making up for lost time, but Coyo was lucky enough to catch him in a moment of rest tonight, deep in a dream that's shaped to his liking a little too well. All the pleasure fabricated in his subconscious is made into shameless reality, leaving marks on the sheets, in his clothes, and in the brains of anyone unfortunate enough to have picked up his range of euphoric noises.
He's sweating by the time Coyo meets his lips, more tired than this body is supposed to be, swallowing hard as he stares at the wonderful stranger. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, growing more manic the sharper his focus becomes and the longer he goes without blinking.
How are you feeling. She might as well be an angel with a message from god. ]
… No one ever asks me that.
[ Path won't throw her off. He might not let her go, actually. ]