[It was hard to say what it was. He'd been feeling more frustrated and confused over the last few days, and while he kept quiet and clung to Rei's side when she was home he never really said anything about what was bothering him. It was hard to put into words, but it made his stomach tie in knots.
He was home early that night and he didn't bother to say anything, brushing past the main room of their home and heading into his room and locking the door behind him. Taking Max the ferret out of his cage, he flopped onto his bed and kept the rodent close and sprawled on his chest as he blearily stared at the ceiling.
What was happening...?
He wasn't sure when, precisely, he dozed off but when he woke up it was dark. The moon shone through the curtains and lit up his room and Hiro didn't exactly feel solid. His thoughts floated loosely as he stared at the ceiling again, ignoring the unhappy chattering that came from Max. Without thinking about it, he got up and put the ferret back in his cage, not quite registering the thin film that trailed from the ferret's fur to the door of the cage.
He approached his bedroom door, still unaware of the wet footprints he left behind. His thoughts were focused on one thing; there was a need to consume everything, and anything that got in his way wouldn't stand a chance. The door of his room creaked open and he slipped out into the hall, slime dripping from his palms to his fingers. He caught it that time, intrigued by the viscosity and curious what it was made of. He continued his trek to the kitchen before pausing in his steps.
He wasn't alone. He wasn't alone, there was someone else he could absorb, and while the thought process should have weirded him out it made sense to keep everything as close as possible.
On the other hand, he had enough humanity left to register something was wrong. It's why there's a quiet and confused:]
Rei? [It echoes through the house and he stands still, shoulders hunched and hoodie bunched around his frame. Consume? Or leave? Consume...or leave...
10/5-6 or whenever you want her infected tbh
He was home early that night and he didn't bother to say anything, brushing past the main room of their home and heading into his room and locking the door behind him. Taking Max the ferret out of his cage, he flopped onto his bed and kept the rodent close and sprawled on his chest as he blearily stared at the ceiling.
What was happening...?
He wasn't sure when, precisely, he dozed off but when he woke up it was dark. The moon shone through the curtains and lit up his room and Hiro didn't exactly feel solid. His thoughts floated loosely as he stared at the ceiling again, ignoring the unhappy chattering that came from Max. Without thinking about it, he got up and put the ferret back in his cage, not quite registering the thin film that trailed from the ferret's fur to the door of the cage.
He approached his bedroom door, still unaware of the wet footprints he left behind. His thoughts were focused on one thing; there was a need to consume everything, and anything that got in his way wouldn't stand a chance. The door of his room creaked open and he slipped out into the hall, slime dripping from his palms to his fingers. He caught it that time, intrigued by the viscosity and curious what it was made of. He continued his trek to the kitchen before pausing in his steps.
He wasn't alone. He wasn't alone, there was someone else he could absorb, and while the thought process should have weirded him out it made sense to keep everything as close as possible.
On the other hand, he had enough humanity left to register something was wrong. It's why there's a quiet and confused:]
Rei? [It echoes through the house and he stands still, shoulders hunched and hoodie bunched around his frame. Consume? Or leave? Consume...or leave...
Where is she?]