Approaches the TL and takes a seat. Time to people watch.

“…That… doesn’t sound healthy.” Having a small flashback to their father, Egon, repairing a few proton packs. “..Or delicious.”

Shaking head. “Not ringin’ a bell.”

Blinks. “I… don’t know who that is, but I guess that’s all that matters.. to you, anyway.”

“…Who?”

“Bleh.”

Kai folds their arms over their chest, their dark espresso irises burning right back into the demon’s. “You better sleep with one eye open, because I’ll find a way to bust your ass.”

Observing @true-blue-blur.bsky.social from a considerable distance. …Their curiosity is piqued.

//just got off work, let’s get this rollin’.

They’ve fallen asleep on the TL, curled up underneath a thick blanket.

“It’s fuckin’ lame.”

“Who the fuck still says ‘skibidi’ in the grand age of 2026?”

Lightly nodding their head, using a hand to nudge Toby’s snout to direct him out of the room.

Shaking their head. “Nothing.”

“Does it look like I’m lying?”

The petite punk doesn’t budge as soon as the man towers over them. Instead, they stand up straighter. “Edgeworth sent the request. Take it up with him.”

“It was an accident,” they answer, the massive black dog walking away once he’s out of Simon’s reach. “He tends to wake people up if they’re not awake. Chill out.”

“Okay, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 off,” Kai begins, lightly tugging their dog’s collar to pull away from the prosecutor’s face. “He’s not a 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩, he’s a Newfoundland.” They give the man an incredibly annoyed, almost insulted look before continuing. “Secondly, he’s my service dog.”

Their dog wakes the reader by using his cold wet nose to sniff along their face. “Toby says it’s time to wake up.”

Currently giving their service dog much needed snuggles and pets. Toby smells like lavender after a good bath. What a good dog.

𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟! 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟!

//…alright fine, i’ll rewatch Eddsworld to rejog my memory. it’s been years.

//i might make a Tord account too… idk. we’ll see.

//just to get the ball rolling.

💚 & ↺ ?

"I'm alive." Looking at the TL. "...Glad to see nothing's changed much during my absence."

//hi, sorry for the radio silence, i’ve been busy these past few months. i graduate this November from college and before i do that, i have to put in externship hours in starting October. i’ve been very busy and i’ve kind of lost the muse to write or do much of anything i enjoy, really.

..I, uh.. don’t have my passport.

…I don’t know if I should do that.

[staring back in 5’2.] …For what, exactly?

MUSE DETAILS! benry benry benry benry benry b ??? years old (physically 30-something) any pronouns, literally does not care some kind of eldritch deity, maybe thinks he's a security guard, really wants your passport height varies, usually around 4'5 agender pansexual

Laying down on their stomach currently, cocooned in their bed. Their back is in pain and it’s pretty bad today.

“BRO! I’m not a chew toy!”

“GAH—!!” Tugging their arm in an attempt to pull it out from his mouth. “LET GO!”

“Borkbork.”

“Rrrrrruffruff.”

“Wuffwuff.”

“Ruff.”

Hell yeah, gay month. Time to unleash the gay dinosaurs.

//stealing bandwagon memes are fun.

Lightly nodding their head. “Yeah, I am.”

//i might make an Ellis L4D2 acc… maybe.

“It’s fine, you didn’t know.”

“Well, I’m sure he’d be glad to hear that if he was around.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑭𝑰𝑻 ⠀⠀ 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵.. ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝑬 . ִ ࣪𖤐. ⠀𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“Ah, I see.”

“Y’mean my dad’s business?” Looking down at their patch.