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Vas

Toska /ˈtō-skə/.

Full Name

Vasariah Madsen

Nicknames

Vas, Vashka

Gender

Transgender Male

DOB

March 21 (guess why)

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  (n). an immense ache for nothing and everything all at once. a sick yearning.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  appearance

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  height

  
  
  

  5'5"
  (165cm)

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  weight

  
  
  

  130lbs (59kg)

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  hair c.

  
  
  

  Strawb. Blonde

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  eye c.

  
  
  

  Green

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Hair

  
  
  

  Rose tinted blonde that falls into loose curls and waves. The pattern by which they fall being inconsistent, in some spots you will find loose ringlets, in others large curls, and in some simple beach waves. Persuaded by the throws of high school politics, natural curls are pressed under the height of an iron until hair splays straight across broad shoulders down to his upper-mid back. Strawberry hair framing his face in many layers throughout, a way to add shape to his curls and texture for when he straightens it for school.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Eyes

  
  
  

  From afar, jade is mistaken for cool grays, like distant storms brewing on a tranquil horizon. Shrouded in an ethereal haze where the light seems to never reach, leaving them perpetually in twilight. Up close, however, they reveal their true nature, a hidden forest of jade hues with a singular brown speckle settled into his right eye.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Build

  
  
  

  A short stature with a lithe frame to match. Graceful, flexible, and thin, a deceiving appearance of fragility at first glance. Yet broad shoulders and muscles layered under soft skin stray from the illusion of delicacy, showing signs of a passion he has since retired. A small waist paring with long legs and short torso.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Scars

  
  
  

  His body is littered with countless, albeit small, scars from his youth. The most prominent is a faded bite mark on his left forearm just bellow his inner elbow. Beyond that, he also has faded scars on his knees, in various shapes and sizes, most appearing like a carpet burn that faded but never went away. If you look closely at his hands, you will see dozens of small scars across his skin.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Modifications

  
  
  

  Earrings, pierced since he was three. Now, long forgotten unless it is a special occasion or necessary for an outfit. It is most common to find ruby wrapped in gold wire when he does remember to wear them.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Distinguishing

  
  
  

  Strawberry blonde curls framing pale skin littered with subtle freckles where the sun has kissed his skin. Striking green eyes that never blink as much as they should. Prominent cheekbones and chin to match, along with downturned lips that falsely appear as a frown to many. As soon as his face rests from a smiling mask, he is flooded with comments and concern. An air of elegancy and poise that quickly falters when upset or excited. Features that are androgynous, yet are often overlooked as feminine due to his long hair and height.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Face-claim

  
  
  

  
  Adriana Tarábková
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  personality

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Traits

  
  
  

  Aloof, Cynical, Defensive, Obsessive, Detached, Mistrustful, Introspective, Fatalistic, Manipulative, Analytical, Observant, Egocentric, Discerning, Hypocritical, Persevering, Patient, Reserved, Devoted, Forgiving, Perfectionist
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  In Detail

  
  
  

  
  Autism Spectrum Disorder DSM-5 Diagnostic Criteria.
  
  A. Persistent deficits in social communication and social interaction across multiple contexts, as manifested by the following, currently or by history (examples are illustrative, not exhaustive, see text):
  
  

  • Deficits in social-emotional reciprocity, ranging, for example, from abnormal social approach and failure of normal back-and-forth conversation; to reduced sharing of interests, emotions, or affect; to failure to initiate or respond to social interactions.

  
  

  • Deficits in nonverbal communicative behaviors used for social interaction, ranging, for example, from poorly integrated verbal and nonverbal communication; to abnormalities in eye contact and body language or deficits in understanding and use of gestures; to a total lack of facial expressions and nonverbal communication.

  
  

  • Deficits in developing, maintaining, and understanding relationships, ranging, for example, from difficulties adjusting behavior to suit various social contexts; to difficulties in sharing imaginative play or in making friends; to absence of interest in peers.

  
  B. Restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interests, or activities, as manifested by at least two of the following, currently or by history (examples are illustrative, not exhaustive; see text):
  
  

  • Stereotyped or repetitive motor movements, use of objects, or speech (e.g., simple motor stereotypies, lining up toys or flipping objects, echolalia, idiosyncratic phrases).

  
  

  • Insistence on sameness, inflexible adherence to routines, or ritualized patterns or verbal nonverbal behavior (e.g., extreme distress at small changes, difficulties with transitions, rigid thinking patterns, greeting rituals, need to take same route or eat food every day).

  
  

  • Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus (e.g, strong attachment to or preoccupation with unusual objects, excessively circumscribed or perseverative interest).

  
  

  • Hyper- or hyporeactivity to sensory input or unusual interests in sensory aspects of the environment (e.g., apparent indifference to pain/temperature, adverse response to specific sounds or textures, excessive smelling or touching of objects, visual fascination with lights or movement).

  
  C. Symptoms must be present in the early developmental period (but may not become fully manifest until social demands exceed limited capacities or may be masked by learned strategies in later life).
  
  D. Symptoms cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of current functioning.
  
  E. These disturbances are not better explained by intellectual disability (intellectual developmental disorder) or global developmental delay. Intellectual disability and autism spectrum disorder frequently co-occur; to make comorbid diagnoses of autism spectrum disorder and intellectual disability, social communication should be below that expected for general developmental level.
  
  A. Persistent difficulties in the social use of verbal and nonverbal communication as manifested by all of the following:
  
  

  • Deficits in using communication for social purposes, such as greeting and sharing information, in a manner that is appropriate for the social context.

  
  

  • Impairment of the ability to change communication to match context or the needs of the listener, such as speaking differently in a classroom than on the playground, talking differently to a child than to an adult, and avoiding use of overly formal language.

  
  

  • Difficulties following rules for conversation and storytelling, such as taking turns in conversation, rephrasing when misunderstood, and knowing how to use verbal and nonverbal signals to regulate interaction.

  
  

  • Difficulties understanding what is not explicitly stated (e.g., making inferences) and nonliteral or ambiguous meanings of language (e.g., idioms, humor, metaphors, multiple meanings that depend on the context for interpretation).

  
  B. The deficits result in functional limitations in effective communication, social participation, social relationships, academic achievement, or occupational performance, individually or in combination.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Habits

  
  
  

  Staring problem.
  
  He tends to pick at the skin on his fingers when he is in thought, anxious, or overwhelmed. Picking at his skin has become an unhealthy self-soothing tactic.
  
  Never knows when it is his turn to speak. Will consequently speak up at the most inopportune times, or accidentally speak over someone else.
  
  Runs by "vampire rules" in social situations. if he wasn't explicitly invited, or given an exact day and time, he will assume it is not happening or he isn't allowed to go.
  
  If he is caught unaware with a dialogue he had not planned for, or unaware in general during conversation, he will begin slipping into his speech impediment and stutter over his words.
  
  He will sometimes walk away in the middle of a conversation if he is caught off guard too many times, as it is overwhelming and incredibly stress inducing to reply on the dime. He will try to leave politely, but it's not unheard of for him to just silently pick up and leave.
  
  Unintentionally, or intentionally, stalking people right after meeting them. Hey did you know your great aunt's niece just got into a fight at school? No? Okay.
  
  Has an inclination to repeat many things, but especially sounds. Hears a phrase that scratches his brain just right? He's repeating it at least 10 times.
  
  Fiddling with his hands. Cracking his knuckles, tapping his nail against his finger pad, flicking his thumbnail against his middle finger, intertwining his fingers together in weird ways.
  
  Cracks his knuckles incredibly weird, he’ll start with just bending them sharply then will bring in his other hand and press each joint before popping them. Sometimes he will just bend his finger quickly and it will pop that way, no other hand needed.
  
  Constantly massaging his wrists and fingers. They constantly crack and pop while he does it, even doing the smallest movement.
  
  Stands exactly 2 feet away from people when talking with them, consequence of him being hyper aware of his personal space.
  
  Asks you to repeat a question then answers it before you repeat it. Also asks you to repeat something multiple times, his ears only process half the time.
  
  Lying on his floor staring at the ceiling. Floor time is important to this man. He has never gotten over anything in is life.
  
  Cannot understand when someone is being sarcastic then turns around and says the most sarcastic things in a completely monotone voice.
  
  Gets incredibly fixated on various things. TV shows? Characters? Books? Movies? People? He will not rest until he's met a daily quota of engaging with that thing.
  
  When he is incredibly focused, he will stick out his tongue subconsciously.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Skills

  
  
  

  A golden child with the ability to succeed in most all skills within his first try. Touching his nose with his tongue. Classically trained singing. Ballet. Gymnastics. Gathering information. Can write an A+ 10-page APA format essay within a matter of hours. Incredibly fast learner, especially so when it comes to learning other languages. Lying. Anything to do with art and writing, really. Perfect pitch. Picking up instruments. Clairvoyant. Reading tarot.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Fears

  
  
  

  Illnesses/Getting sick. Specifically heart related issues. Heights. Elevators. Failure. Rejection. Abandonment. Being unwanted. Being unloveable. Being vulnerable. Intimacy. Intimacy again that's a big one. That the sickness (depression) inside of him will never go away. Death. Forgetting. Losing his mind.
  
  (He may have a little (a lot) of OCD and Anxiety so he fears many things).
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Ren. Music. Drawing of any kind. The color red. Lanterns and lighting. Warm lighting specifically. The dark. The stars and moon. Fruits and pastries. Strawberries. Strawberries. Strawberries. Poetry. Books and comics. The smell of old books. Studying human features, especially noses. Learning. Fall and Winter. Rain. Snow. Thunderstorms. Nostalgic media. TV and Movies. Weighted blankets. His baby blanket. Dreary weather. Heart-crushing media. Mythology. Unconventional religions and practices like Withcraft and Demonology.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Ren. Addictions of any kind. Smoking. Vaping. Especially Vaping. Drugs. His anxiety. Intrusive thoughts. Overtly nice or heroic people. Summer. The heat. The sun. Sweating. Certain textures, especially within food. The term "celebrity crush" (he doesn't understand it). When people don't text back. Studying. Bad work ethics. Being touched by most people. Being hit on. Crowded rooms. Public places. Churches. Organized religion. Unexpected changes. Being late. Pop music. Flying insects. Standing within 4 feet of a railing.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  VOL. ONE:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  TW: Mentions of suicide throughout. Mentions of SA in VOL. TWO.
  
  You were born under the light of God.
  
  Bible in your hand each night, sitting on your parents bed as you read through words you don’t understand. They are supposed to mean something to you. Your parents cry when they read what’s on thin pages, yet all you see is words on paper. You don’t know how it makes you feel, but you can feel it burning under your skin. Church every Sunday, gatherings every Wednesday. Every lesson being told what is good and what is bad under the law of God. Prayers are never answered. You lie and say you can feel the holy spirit within you, whispering sweet nothings that get you through the day. You are the bishop’s daughter, there are expectations you will never fill, lies that must be told to save yourself. The feeling of eyes never leaving you keeps you up at night. You sing hymns to yourself to keep the demons at bay. It only invites them in.
  
  At one point, there was a warmth within your family. At some point, that light was snuffed out. Your sister, 3 years older, spent more time pretending like you didn’t exist than she ever did pretending to be your family. You don’t know why you kept trying to help her. Asked about why she spent all night crying. Why she sounded like she was choking on something awful. She doesn’t like your prodding. She tries to stop your curiosity by wrapping small hands around an equally small neck. You learn what it’s like to stop breathing because of something other than your lungs failing. Your parents run to her side, not yours. You learn how to nurse a wound on your own. Your family begins to feel less like yours, and more like hers alone.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. TWO:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  The first move you can remember happens when you are 6. You know there have been many before that.
  
  You sit alone with your Bible at night, flipping through pages that hold promises you can’t feel, seeking comfort in words that feel as empty as the house you live in. The Church shifts into something else. Where smiles are masks and sermons feel like judgment. Where everyone seems to have answers but you. You start pretending you are ill. When your parents start to worry, your sister learns what sticking fingers down a throat can do. She earns a doctor’s appointment every week. Something must be wrong, surely. Your parents, their focus singular and unwavering, pour all their energy into her. Their attention wrapped tightly around her struggles, leaving you adrift in a sea of confusion and loneliness. The nights are long and silent, and the demons of loneliness are your only companions. In the silence, you find books placed on dusty shelves. You read every one you can, and imagine yourself as anyone but you.
  
  Tangled hair and matts underneath a perfect top layer. Cavities rotting behind pearly teeth.. Dry skin that flakes and peels hidden by sleeves strategically placed. Expired inhaler that you still cling to as if it is going to save you. You learned how to put on clothes by yourself. You hated every outfit you tried. Dresses and skirts, leotards and tights. Things that will reflect well on the family. Things that don’t fit right in your soul, but you can’t describe the feeling inside of you. You learned how to walk home from school after one too many “I’m sorry I forgot, your sister had something come up.” You learned how to walk to the studio where you could distract the pain you felt inside by putting your all into the sports you loved so much. You sit in the waiting lounge and do your homework. Your dance instructor teaches you how to brush your hair and put it into a proper bun, she still helps if you ask. Your coach starts making snacks and bringing them for you to eat after lessons. She tells you she sees a bright future for you, you want to believe her.
  
  You befriend a girl from the Church. When you play house, she lets you be the husband. You don’t know why it feels so important to you. When someone else joins and tries to win her over, she still chooses you. She’s pushy, mean to you, but she chooses you and you can’t let go of that. She invites you to her house, just down the block. Your parents let you go, her family is faithful, they are good people. She sits you down on her bed and kisses you. You tell her you don’t like it, but she doesn’t seem to care. She tells you about things neither of you should know about at your age. You throw up outside of her house when she’s done. You try to tell your parents what happened, but you are met with screams about how unholy you are. How you will burn in hell. The first counselor is called over, both his hands and your father’s are placed on your head with sacred oil, muttering prayers for your soul, to take away these demons that have infested you. They take your cries as the evil leaving your body.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. THREE:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You move for the second time when you are 8.
  
  You have embarrassed your family. They had to move to a place where they wouldn’t be burdened by what *you* did that day. You begin to believe it is your fault. Your sister cries and screams at you. You ruined her life. They would have been able to stay if it wasn’t for you. You start listening to music in your bed all day long. A sickness grows within you. You start pretending to be someone you are not. You’ve learned by now how to mold yourself to fit into each new place you visit. You are popular, people like you, even if they find you a little weird. You have many friends at school, but no one to call a friend at home. You find it tiring. You keep throwing yourself into academics and the sports you love, a way to distract from the decay inside of you, hollowing you.
  
  You are smart. This is a fact. You are sent to advanced classes, learning math grades above you, reading at college levels. Parent teacher meetings are met with only praise from the teachers, but there are some things of concern. You are quiet, hard to understand when you speak, and you take too long to process. They recommend speech therapy. Another, you get overwhelmed by the other students easily, to the point that you cry in class, or zone out to the point you barely breathe. Your parents are shocked at how well you are doing. They sign the forms to move you up a grade. It will make them look good when they gossip with their friends.
  
  Nothing fills the void within you. At a classmate’s birthday party late in the evening when the sun has begun to set, you sit alongside the pool’s edge. You were never taught how to swim. You want to go in the water anyway. Your friends are waiting for you to join them. You jumped in, and for a while, you managed to swim. But you grew tired. Your joints ached, and your lungs burned. You slipped under, and for a moment, after the panic had settled, it was the most peaceful, beautiful sight you have ever seen. For a moment, you felt happy looking up at the stars through distorted water. You were pulled out by your friend’s mother, and spent the rest of the night alone.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  You move again just before you are 10.
  
  Your sister’s mental health has degraded. She had seen every therapist in town, and wasn’t getting better. So, you had to move once more. It didn’t get better, for either of you. You were too far from the school, too far from the gym to walk. You relied on the bus, and when your parents were able, they would drive you. You were doing well, excelling in both school and sports. You’ve finally made your way into the competitive side. You earn gold medals that are stored away in your closet. You’re not allowed to hang anything on your walls.
  
  During one practice, you injure your back. Not broken, just sprained. You need physical therapy, otherwise the damage could be permanent. Your parents tell you they can only afford your sister’s treatment. “Your injury isn’t that serious, you got up and walked away.” When your back hit the ground, you couldn’t breathe for 7 minutes. Your lips had turned blue, and your consciousness was fading. You wish you had slipped away. They tell you God will keep you safe. You tell them you don’t believe in God. They laugh and tell you they don’t believe you.
  
  You learned where your sister failed. Don’t leave marks. Don’t cry aloud. Don’t make a mess. There was no one around when you woke in the morning. Each time, it was only you. To clean up after yourself, to steady your own shaking hands and throbbing head. You were never determined enough. Never took enough. You knew deep down you didn’t want to die. Some part of you, however small, still believed. You tell yourself you will hold on until you are 13.
  
  At 12, a friend from the past tells you they are trans.
  
  You don’t know what that means. She explains it to you kindly, how she felt, what made her realize she was a girl. You get excited. Some part of you understands her in a way you’ve never known before. You don’t realize it yet. You tell your mom how excited you are for your friend. That night you are sent to pray over hundreds of times. To repent. You want to believe God wouldn’t be this cruel, but you know better. You have read enough to know better.
  
  Your steal a notebook from the corner store. If God won’t answer your pleas, you will find a way to answer them yourself. You find it comforting. You write about all you have seen, all the people you have been. You write about what it felt like to drown. You write about the day your sister attempted in front of you. You write about how she’s been sent to an in patient facility, and how you feel like a horrible person for believing she deserves the mistreatment she faces. Or how you won’t miss her when she dies.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. FIVE:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You move again when you are 13, Freshman Year.
  
  You are a freshman now. Your body is changing in ways you can’t stand. You’re starting to figure out why, but you bury it deep within your chest. School truly matters now, you have to start planning for college, for the life you want. You don’t know what you want yet. You decide to hold on until you are 15, maybe you will know better than. You start exploring other passions. Art, writing, singing. You join your school’s choir, and become section lead. You are a leader among your peers, the top within your grade.
  
  Your sister comes home, you haven’t seen her in many years. She never let you see her after that day. She wasn’t better, anyone could tell. You wished she would leave again. You couldn’t stand her threatening her life over every little thing, or snooping through your things.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. SIX:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You move the very next year, Sophomore Year.
  
  It is sophomore year. Your sister outs you to your parents. This was your last year doing the sports you love. You don’t like to remember this time.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. SEVEN:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You move for Junior year.
  
  Tensions have cooled. You have reached acceptance, but not support. Your sister is 18 now, going to college. She tells your parents of her sexuality. You don’t mention the unfairness of her being welcomed with open arms.
  
  You quit your sports. No more dancing, no more floor routines, no more competitions. The gold medals you’ve won never unpacked from the box in storage. It was a gendered sport, you would have never been able to compete again. You decided being you was better than any competition you could have been in. It saved your life.
  
  You don’t have many friends, coming into a new school this late. You have decided you are alright with that. You have outgrown the masks you once wore, you’ve seen that they are not all that you are.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  VOL. EIGHT:

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  You stay right where you are for Senior Year.
  
  Your sister drops out of college, and marries someone she’s just met on your birthday. You don’t mind. You are just happy she is gone.
  
  For once, you are excited for your future. You know the hole inside of you hasn’t gone away, but you’ve learned how to accept it and continue on with your life.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  MISC

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Headcanons

  
  
  

  ➢ RIP Vasariah you would have loved an autism diagnosis
  
  ➢ Bullies people in tiktok comments.
  
  ➢ Has an entire arsenal of fake accounts to stalk and gather information on people without getting caught or looking weird. Accidental likes are real and he is making sure they cannot be traced back to him.
  
  ➢ Welcome to only learned about love from fairytales in stolen books. Very skewed view of romantic gestures and relationships. One date? Dating? Committed relationship. Holding hands? Married. Kissing? That’s basically fucking.
  
  ➢ You’ve never seen someone love strawberries until you’ve seen Vasariah inhale a pound of them in 5 seconds, leaves and all. He’s not wasteful.
  
  ➢ No one loves yappers more than he does. You want to yap? He’s sat. If you’re important to him or he likes you? Sat with a his notes app open writing everything down so he doesn’t forget what you like or what’s important to you.
  
  ➢ He’s a little freak who genuinely keeps notes on everyone. Also has a folder filled with sketches of people. If you mean more to him than an acquaintance or a stranger, you may get a lot more than just sketches in his journal. You may even get rants on how he feels about you (oblivious to his own feelings)
  
  ➢ Hypochondriac. He will actively avoid hearing or reading about any sort of medical condition. He will also completely avoid anyone who is sick.
  
  ➢ Has an involuntary reaction to anything sweet or loving. I’m talking face scrunching, eye rolling, gagging, glaring. Really he’s just embarrassed and doesn’t know how to react
  
  ➢ Horrible with affection. Both giving and receiving. He’ll give you a shiny rock he found and stare at you then call it a day. Maybe leave you a text about how much he appreciates you and then not respond for a few hours.
  
  ➢ Similarly prefers small actions over words, but needs some sort of explicit confirmation in the beginning of whatever is going on or he may speculate some wild theories
  
  ➢ Becomes a normal functioning member of society when he's drunk. Absolutely terrifying sight to anyone who knows him well enough. Overtly social, holding rapid fire conversations without thinking through responses. Befriending people he despised before. Revealing his own secret affections for people by practically purring as he curls into them. Gets dangerously closer to peoples' necks the sleepier he gets.
  
  ➢ People always think he’s going to kiss them because he hits them with the eye to eye to mouth triangle in his staring. He is not. He is counting in his head exactly how long to hold eye contact. 5 seconds for each eye, one second glance away to the mouth, then repeat.
  
  ➢ Chances are he did NOT fully hear what you said because he’s too busy keeping track of appropriate eye contact times
  
  ➢ Blue eyed stare without the blue eyes. He’s cooked.
  
  > Ever ask a man questions about himself and he never asks those questions back? Yeah. He forgot he’s supposed to do that.
  
  ➢ He’s the type to hit you with the most diabolical lore in the most casual situations then immediately switch to a normal topic.
  
  ➢ Secretly wants to paint on someone's skin, would never get the courage to ask.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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