[ Husk was happy to lay in the dirt. He was fine in the dirt. There was no space in the dirt. There were no horrible hallucinations. No one actively killing him all the damn time. There was just the dirt. The dirt was good.
He makes an unhappy catlike noise as his daughter picks him up from his dirt nest. She'll find his fur and feathers are matted with blood; some dry, some still wet. Most of it is his, but some of it isn't. There are patches of fur that are scraggly, too, only partly growing over burned skin underneath.
His ears swivel as he picks up Jinwoo's voice too, and despite the noise of protect at being picked up, he doesn't fight it. He's too damn tired. He's been running on high alert for four days and he just doesn't have anything left in him. Instead, he heaves out a sigh.]
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He makes an unhappy catlike noise as his daughter picks him up from his dirt nest. She'll find his fur and feathers are matted with blood; some dry, some still wet. Most of it is his, but some of it isn't. There are patches of fur that are scraggly, too, only partly growing over burned skin underneath.
His ears swivel as he picks up Jinwoo's voice too, and despite the noise of protect at being picked up, he doesn't fight it. He's too damn tired. He's been running on high alert for four days and he just doesn't have anything left in him. Instead, he heaves out a sigh.]
I fuckin' hate space.
[As if that means anything.]