Posts by Greyscale?

//Rushed, mobile

Greyscale took walks. Anyone who knew him well enough, Windchimes included, would know that. He didn't necessarily frequent at the tire swing, though what's a little change? His whole life had been nothing but change, for better or for worse. Mostly for better.

Greyscale had been wandering again. Spotting Windchimes, he approached the tire swing, glancing at his principal. Principal. What do that word even mean? Regardless, she was his.

"Um, hello," he said finally, "What are you doing?" It was obvious, but he asked it anyway.

Greyscale recognized this place. It was the place he and Windchimes had met, and the place that inspired him to join The District. It seemed like just yesterday he had wandered into this territory and gotten stuck in the tire swing. So much had happened since then, though it passed so quickly. He felt a pang of...something, when he sat down next to her. Was it because of the memories, or her? Most likely both, though he couldn't be sure. He could sit here forever.

The sky calmed Greyscale. The sky would always be there, regardless of where he was. It drew him in, with bright and blending colors as it faded from day to night, night to day. A continuous cycle.

The demon could tell Windchimes wanted to talk. It was obvious, at least to him. Some of the oddest things were obvious to him, while some of the most basic remained elusive, such as why the Principal wanted to talk. What should he say? Conversation wasn't one of his strong suits. He kept his eyes to the sky.

"It is."

// WHITELACE  

Greyscale was bored, an emotion he didn't remember ever having before. The little things that entertained him before - the sky, the forest, the clan - it wasn't enough any more. Was this normal? He had no way of knowing. So he had taken to exploring the dark corners of the school. The closets, the lockers. The rooms labeled 'employees only'. Today, he explored the kitchen behind the cafeteria.

Exposed as it was, there was no evidence of anyone entering it in years. The door was rusted closed due to a hole in the ceiling that leaked rain, though he managed to get in after a bit of pulling. The demon explored for a bit, sifting through the racks of kitchen supplies and long-expired food. He was about to open the door to leave when he realized he couldn't. The door wouldn't open. It had either been locked somehow (though he wondered how, since there was no lock on the door) or gotten stuck in the rust buildup again. Frantically, Greyscale pawed at the door, getting more and more frightened by the second. What if he was stuck in here forever? What if someone was in here with him, someone dangerous?

So Greyscale had been right - he wasn't alone. At the sound of a voice, he whirled around, facing a white canine who he didn't seem to recognize. Was this an intruder? Most likely not.

"Who -" Never mind. he was already introducing himself. Nagito? Interesting name, though Greyscale's was too. Something about this guy made him nervous. At least he thought that was what he was feeling. It was still hard to identify emotions, but he was getting better. "Um...hello. Do you know how to get out of here?"

//Rushed!

Greyscale frowned, staring at his paws before looking back up at the other.

"Okay, first of all - my name is Greyscale. Secondly, how did you get in here? I just came in to look around and somehow the door locked or something. I never saw you come in!"

Greyscale looked down at Windchimes as she leaned on him. He felt...something, but he wasn't sure what. A tiny spark of something that he couldn't identify.

"Yes?" he asked, waiting for her response. This moment felt important. Like it was one he wouldn't forget for a while, if ever. Unless he lost his memory again. Then he might forget, but he tried not to think about that. Live in the moment, Greyscale.

//Rushed

Greyscale looked, and saw no lock, as he expected. What room can be unlocked only from the outside? Which meant that this door had gotten stuck somehow.

"No lock," he replied, deciding to keep it simple.

//Oh my hello again my muse

Greyscale wasn't sure what to say. Windchimes' crown started to fall apart, and he was about to comment, when this happened. He wasn't sure what it was, what it was called, or what the point of it was, though the realization that it was out of affection made him blush regardless.

"Uh." Clearly the demon was at a loss for words. His face flushed with embarrassment as he continued, feeling dumber by the second. "That was, um, nice. P-Pardon me for asking, but was exactly...was that?" Well. It was the end for him. He felt that maybe that would annoy Windchimes, or at least disappoint her, and he didn't want that. Oh well - he had to know the answer, so what better time to ask?

Greyscale listened to Windchimes' explanation, nodding as she did so.

"I see. Well, thank you for the kiss, then," he replied with a smile, which was rare for the demon. It wasn't that he was never happy, but that smiling didn't come as involuntary to him, like it did to most.

Did he feel the same way? He wasn't sure. He wanted to spend time with Windchimes. He enjoyed her presence. But Greyscale felt the same about other people, though in this case it was more distinct. Did that mean something? It frustrated him that he didn't know, and that he had only a few seconds to figure it out.

No. He had more than a few seconds. If he agreed now, there was still a chance to turn back if it turned out he was wrong about his feelings for Windchimes. Besides, maybe he was right.

"Um! Yes. I...I think I feel the same way," he replied, still quite embarrassed.

Greyscale understood. Though he had to admit, it did hurt to hear it. He understood that he hadn't done much to help the clan lately, and he understood that that would eventually get him demoted, as it had. That was fine. The demon simply nodded to his Principal, offering a small smile to her. She seemed awfully nervous, and he wasn't used to that. In fact, she seemed nervous around him. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he'd confront her about it later. Not now, though. Windchimes needed some space, he could tell.