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    "hello?" your voice is hesitant but loud as you amble near the border, but stay a foot or so away from the scent lines . your ears flatten against your head, your cheeks burn, and your heart is splattering sporadically in your chest; anxiety has set its eyes on you, and it's showing. people will probably mistake you as one of those skittish, easily frightened types from the way you're acting but really you can't bring yourself to care about what a bunch of strangers will perceive; unlike most, you believe your fear is reasonable. "im looking for haiiro. does he still live here?"


    i'm tired af haiiro kovic

    Haiiro honestly wasn't sure if he still really lived here or not. The past few days for him had been filled with nightmares and insecurity, enough to thoroughly rattle him. He was a failure, unable to help his Clan when they needed him, so he had stepped down. Shame had eaten him alive after that; he couldn't even keep his position that he thought he hardly worked to earn. Did he still live in ShadowClan if nobody knew him anymore? It seemed that some people still knew him, so he supposed that he had a presence in ShadowClan, no matter how minor it was. He still lingered, despite his failings, because he had nowhere else to go, and because he still clung to the hope that he hadn't ruined anything.


    Limping up to the border at the call for his name, Haiiro hardly registered who it was through the haze that clouded his mind. There was no concealing the awkward pace from a nightmare-wrenched shoulder as he approached, no concealing his tired eyes. But he was alive, and he still lived here. "I'm here, Frisk," he spoke, only pausing after the words left him. Why was Frisk here? How? He thought they had gone to some other dimension or whatnot. Why had they returned to this hell of a world when so much more waited for them elsewhere? "Why are you here? I thought you were gone. I thought you left," he spoke, unsure about how it made him feel. He couldn't feel much of anything over the overwhelming rush of his own failure.

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