o, exhausted — MARBLE SODA

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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]/takes place the next day after this thread, where they had a nightmare c': srry i dont have any patience, rip


    last night felt like hell. you're used to waking up in bed with a nightmare being the cause of disturbance, but then not remembering what it is. and yeah, thats extremely frustrating but its normal and so you're familiar with this "agreement". well, this metaphorical deal is off, apparently, seeing as you remember everything that occured. how does that work? anyway, your bone tired today, eyes feeling like their being weighed down by stones, and you can barely tow a straight line. your little ass should probably go back to bed but hell, if that dream stayed, whats to say that more wont? and so here you sit, huddled beside one of the main tents, rubbing furiously at your eyes as if you can force them to stay open by doing this and this alone.
    [spoiler=CAN I BE FORGIVEN? / MAY 7TH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
    —     frisk / "atychiphobia"
    — nonbinary, they/them
    — trot medic / past ranks + relations
    — mentally/physically a child
    — brown manx kitten w pale yellow sclera & flowers decorating body
    — triangle branded into left shoulder
    — schizoaffective disorder, off meds
    — no mentor, open / prev trained by sans, kate, & negan
    TRAITS
    —     INFP / HUFFLEPUFF / MELANCHOLIC / ABNEGATION / TRUE NEUTRAL
    — naturally soft-spoken; voice hoarse when loud
    — gentle and clingy, bad at letting things/people go
    — a natural sweetheart, but can be otherwise when provoked
    — will forgive but wont forget
    — timid but brave
    INTERACTION
    —     attack in bold white
    — shows mercy / rarely fights back
    — pathetically easy / strong when triggered / sensitive to mental attacks
    — flowerprints, emotion/scent manip, time control, the sight, give/take away pain
    OTHER
    —     has a block on mind, amnesiac
    — embodiment of determination
    — cannibal digestive system mutation; dormant

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;][font=georgia]★ PLUTO H. P. S. X. W. - making momma so proud, but your voice is too loud - tags
    Pluto himself had never really had to deal with anything extremely major or life changing in his life so far. He was a part of the lucky few who had been unaffected by the harsh claws of reality and although she would eventually sink her teeth deep into his soul and flood his life with the sting of her venom, he was blessed with a relatively average existance. But, he knew that others were not and was always aware of such things when conversing with those around him/ His keen gaze would hon in on every minute detail, nervous tics, side glances, anything that suggested otherwise to their demenour. He was used to looking out for others and such things more than he was used to caring for himself which was why he had almost immediately picked up on a familiar being who was sat, huddled, besides one of the larger, main tents. Curiosity and concern, two emotions that were far too similar to him, spurred him on and he soon found himself nearing the apparent child.


    "Hey, are you alright? You look really tired. " the glowing wildcat remarked softly as he approached the smaller feline with a glimmer of concern flickering like a loose power wire within his softened electric blue gaze. He was by no means close to Frisk however, he quite liked the younger being and did not like seeing them in such a state. They looked absolutely exhausted and he wanted to know why. There was the high chance that they would not confide in him and he would probably be stung by such denial but already knew that he would not push or pressure them into talking to him about whatever seemed to be plaguing their mind. After all, somethings were better left unspoken and he was well aware of that despite not holding any deep, dark, personal secrets or memories himself. Of course, there was also the possibility that they could have some kind of insomnia which was partially why he did not bluntly point anything out in fear of causing irritation or discomfort. But, Pluto genuinely cared for his clanmates and wished to discover why they seemed to exhausted.