Current Objective:Heading to wash --- Form: Lupus---- Mood: Neutral--- From behind a weight descended upon him a weight that unfortunately in this form was not one that he could bear on his back. Forced to the ground by his childhood friend her turned to face her and the smiling acceptance that she brought to the table. Unfortunately this situation was not as joyous as it could have been, there were many ideas floating around in his mind, most of which circled around worry and doubt, whilst these emotions were linked to his thought processes they were nary linked to a one. Many of them shared this complex cocktail of feelings, but primarily the point on his mind was ” Why do I feel like this?”. He wasn’t used to the feeling of acceptance, and that in itself provided some sort of calm certainty to his life. He existed without colour, but in his gray there was a sense of peace, a sense of established order around the chaos.
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