observation five; voice - forward dated to some sane hour, like 11 AM!!!

[soulbonder]

Why am I in this room again? [There's a familiar voice, but no monotone here. In fact, Astral sounds more like he did when Black Mist had control of his body. Only you know, scared and a complete wreck.] Everything feels wrong and I can't fly and my feet have fingers and my skin is weird and my hair keeps falling into my face and it's cold and hard and uncomfortable and- [HEAVES. Now he's crying.]

What's this? My face is wet. Aren't these tears? Why? Why am I crying? What's going on?

Yuma? Yuma? Yuma? Are you still here? Are you alright? I don't know what's going on. What's happening to me? Yuma. [He remembers throwing him out a window oh my oh my oh my]

[AND THE FEED ENDS BECAUSE WOW THIS IS PATHETIC.]

Comments

[soulbondee]

[ASTRAL MAY ALSO ENJOY THAT BANDAGED HAND CURLING INTO A FIST AND HITTING HIS SHOULDER LIKE WHEN YUMA IS TRYING TO BEAT DOWN A GODDAMN DOOR. THAT WILL PROBABLY BRUISE, SORRY.]

Idiot!

[soulbonder]

[ahh no no beating up] Ow, Yuma... Stop!

[soulbondee]

[the next one doesn't hit as hard but he's not letting go or ceasing crying so

what now]

[soulbonder]

[he doesnt know this is awkward help... awkwardly... hugs him back... will that stop...]

[soulbondee]

[wailing quiets down but it is still a disgusting mess of face fluids.]