☆ : Hmmmmmmmm

"Kinda.... Wanna touch it."

".... I don't think I'm supposed to be here?"

☆ : Side eyes

i think i got too many memories getting in the way of me

blown in the wind like a pinned butterfly monarch of ever forgiving some of us wonder if you want to die

".... Y'know, I'm realizing that I could bother the Captain as much as I want after the whole Night Kingdom thing. I'm gonna do that whenever that time comes."

I hope you know it's not always happy in my head 𓈒

☆ : I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

☆ : Kicking ground....

"Sounds more like you changed, not the Iktomasaurs." With a shrug, Ororon shifted where he was sitting- scooting slightly to one side in silent invitation, pulling the blanket he had a bit more securely over his shoulders as he moved. If she planned on staying and talking, might as well try to +

we're all stories in the end just make it a good one

I lower my head into my hands and sob. Oh 、but how wretched are we 、the unloved. We wither like forgotten plants in the shadow 、always yearning 、always hungry--stretching our arms forever towards a light that is always moving farther and farther away.

"........" Takes a quick glance around— Slowly raises a brow as he does, chewing slightly at the end of his straw with a small noise. ".... You do realize they're probably around nearby, right? What's there to miss? They're as abundant as a season's first harvest. Like potatoes."

".... Oh. That's what you meant." Well, now he's going to take a long, much deserved sip of his juice. Staring her dead in the eye as he did. Completely content with himself. "Nah, Granny and Ifa wouldn't give me anything I can't actually drink. I trust them. Iktomasaur, by the way. Technically."

"She'd probably wanna take me out with her bare hands, actually.... What with all that trouble I caused with the Fatui."

"Acid?" Glances down ro his drink, brow pinching slightly as he tipped the cup toward himself— Before simply bringing it up to his nose to take a sniff at it, hummimg his confusuion when he just.... Smelt sweet fruit. "Granny's had twenty-six years to change her mind and use me as a sacrifice +

☆ : I hold the power of knowledge :)

☆ : Typos.... My detested.... New phone is killing me....

☆ : Making Gray sweat with worry on this one <3

"Mm...." What a strange lady. Though, who was he to really judge this, seeing who he is. Instead, the hybrid just tips his head in response as he thinks, an uncovered ear flicking absently as he took another slow sip, thinking. "Mango. I think? Maybe watermelon. Gramny brought it so...."

Who even is this again? He's pretty sure he's seen her before- that they've talked. Over what, he doesn't know. Maybe Ifa would remember, since something tells him the vet was there for this. ".... Fruit? Fruit juice?"

STARTLES? .... He's just.... Staring at her. Blinking once before slowly sipping through the straw of his drink again. Confused.

He's just vibing here— Sipping at a juice and bundled up in a worn blanket outside. The weather's nice enough for it so why not enjoy?

“Didn’t that get immediately followed with ‘sleepyhead’?” Even with pointing that out, it’s obvious he had a moment of selective hearing— Raising a brow at him, humming in thought and tipping his head to the side as he considered the following question he asked. Absently tapping the box against +

He had heard him before he saw him— A bit preoccupied with the germinating seedlings he was working through and repotting into larger pots so the roots had room to grow by the front door, an ear lazily flicking toward Ifa and Cacucu. The visit was expected. The gift he brought him, though, +

i want everyone to know that i am a soul half divided

“Well…. Sounds like you need to try harder, bro.”

“Y’know…. You could probably train him to not do that. Just saying.”

“Cacucu’s definitely in a mood…. Pulling at Ifa’s hat like he’s trying to carry him off by the neck.”

オロルン #原神 #GenshinImpact #オロルン #Ororon

Painting practice Ororon 🖤🩷🦇🦇💙🖤 #genshinimpact

“You know Cacucu’s gonna get you out of any pit you put yourself in. That or he’ll get me to try pulling you out.”

Staring at him? “Who else would I be asking, up your shirt, and because my hands are cold and you’re way warmer than I am. Didn’t I say all of that already?”

“…. Y’know, none of this answered my question….”

????????

“Well, you like talking to me, right? More than enough reason to do that, Ifa.”

???? “Between my what?”

“But I usually run cold…. Dunno if doing that would help or just take longer to warm up, man. Besides, you run hotter, don’t you? Gimme five minutes and my hands will be good as new, easy.”

Sn o r t s ——

….?

“What? It’s a real question. My hands are cold, bro.”

“Is it gay to shove your hands up your best bro’s shirt because they’re cold?”

Don't trust everything you see, even salt looks like sugar.

your opinion of me doesn’t define who i am .

i can't pin down what normal people want from bottom shelf erotic products like me.

I've been blossoming alone over you.

What up bro. You lowkey light up my world like nobody else.