Otto watched slowly as the boy stood, the rock landing close beside him. The boy picked up his bags after some hesitation, and then disappeared. I may have scared him. Otto mused to himself, tugging on his scarf in a mildly worrisome fashion. Projectile objects were perhaps not the most polite...
ye, i think the worst thing is those who don't properly research what depression or other sensitive topics/coat them in glitter to make them a character novelty
or when they make them their whole character yknow
Otto sat on the roof of the school, absent-mindedly dragging his fingertips across the tiled roof. The fresh air had relaxed him some, but he was tired and hungry. Though he didn't mind the humans, their presense would disturb his usual feeding and that would be troublesome to Otto's hunger and...
thank god i don't know how to write all super long
hes so fun and entertaining but not reduced to just being to the outspoken one in the group, he still has depth
my chars are currently a mute boy and an alcholic. idk i like the idea of internal issues/disorders
Estee smiled at James, secretly glad not to be carrying her bag as she walked towards the black sports car. Reaching in her very well prepared backpack, Estee pulled a pair of Lennon-esque sunglasses out, pushing them up her nose. She relished in organization, and her cheesy Hawaiian print bag...
Otto tugged on his scarf. Mute boys don't do particularily well in social settings, and he wasn't skilled in starting conversation. The mental presence was romantically tense, as he watched Felicia face flush, their banter aggressive and threatening. He felt bad for her. Constantly being in...
Estee stood with the two girls, quiet. “Evie, why do you always have to look cute? Now I feel the need to look nicer…” Julia teased, Estee's attention brought to Evie. She envied her effortless chic. Everything looked good on Evie. Estee looked at her fishtail- how the hell do you even braid? It...
yo just wanted to say that my post with Otto was intentionally ambiguous cause I'm gonna be pre busy this weekend so I'll try and post but I just don't want to post lock anyone
edit: also Felicia and Clyde romance is v cute so far
Estee stared at the long, sticky tendril hanging off the spoon, before whacking it against the side of the bowl again. She hated porridge. It had too much of an attitude for something so bland. The sound of her angrily banging the side of the bowl was the only sound in the empty, suburban house...