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@dogboy
24 / m / straight / 2♠️*

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My Self-Summary

His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.

My Future Plans

Surviving?

My Talents

Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Meat.

My Ideal Partner

Someone skilled at training dogs.

Height 169cm / ~5’7 Body Type fine Smokes apparently Drinks i think so Drugs maybe Sign ? Education laughable Occupation unemployed Income unpaid Children none? Pets he is one Hobbies cooking

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

“WHAT'S A MIME”

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

NEITHER

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE

.05 TITS OR ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Personality Type
ISFP-A

ENERGY

73%

introverted

MIND

76%

observant

NATURE

66%

feeling

TACTICS

54%

prospecting

IDENTITY

75%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[conspecifics]

This is my first excursion as a person. You'll have to forgive me if the adjustment isn't flawless.

( of course, nothing is ever "fair." of course, there's nothing like "goodness" or "justice" to rely on, only bleak unceasing reality. another scoff; it's just, fucking unbelievable, really, to hear such a lecture more than once—

and there could be a note worth taking in the way that dabi isn't the originator of these ires, just the one that stumbles across them after they've been seething and building through no fault of his own. such a thought is subsumed by frustrations long before it can ever hope to form, today, but maybe its ashes can lay the groundwork for something kinder, in a distant month. )

Some better questions for you to consider— did you sleep under a roof? Did you eat without digging it out of the dirt? Did you have friends, or dreams, or a name to be called by? ( the audible sound of a breath taken in. clearly, he isn't actually looking for answers. ) If you have a problem with me, have it with me. Don't play sadist and act like it makes you better or smarter than anyone else in this fucking shithole.

[skinstitch]

( is this guy for real right now?

did he sleep under a roof? if you call some rotten fucking apartment building a roof. did he dig his meals out of the dirt? no, he dug them out of trashcans. friends? dreams? a name? he's got to be fucking kidding here. what a pity party.

it makes a little more sense now, why he answered vitriol with vitriol. )

Poor little puppy. ( that's all he gets for all that. )

Some better questions for you to consider - why do you want to possess someone who you treat no better than a fucking prisoner? No, I want an answer for that one.

Do you love him? Or not? I'm tired of all this jealous, possessive bullshit.

[conspecifics]

( this part is incredulous: ) That's what this is about?

( it's unexpected, so much that it immediately takes the wind out of his sails, his face scrunching up in the realization. there's a long and thoughtful pause, and when he speaks again, his voice lacks any of the strain or heat from the moment before. )

Well, I do.

( love him. yeah. that's the easy part. with the rest, he can only be thankful there's no video, to give away how troublesome the rest of it is. there's an obvious answer— this place is changing us— but he can already hear the derision for such an excuse, and in the end, if he's happy to let the house guide him as it pleases, is he not still as culpable? (oh. the ranks, their increases, it makes some sense now.) faced with the sudden surfacing of a great discomfort, the only reasonable thing to do is:

to turn into even more of a bitter bitch about it. obviously. )

You're tired of it, but here you are. Meddling and lecturing, saint that you are. All the hardships and injustices that you alone have felt, and none other that you meet here, for we are all as naive as we are stupid. ( the dryness in his voice might just hint at sarcasm. ) If you're going to involve yourself in his business, get the answers from him. And if he says he doesn't know— he's lying to save face.

[skinstitch]

( a sigh. ) Why do you think I'm here in the first place?

Kidnapping. Chained to a bed. Three days. And your mousy little pet scarred him for something he asked for in the first place?

I'm no saint, and I don't care what you think about me. I'm selfish and I only think about myself. Stay away from him.

[conspecifics]

That's the what. Not the why.

( and while there's already a lot he could argue with from that presentation... he wonders if it even matters. )

If you believe that's all there is to it— fine. Don't ask. Do and think what you want. But don't message me as if the answer makes a difference, either.

[skinstitch]

Just tell me your version then. Tell me the why, since you're so much better than the both of us.

[conspecifics]

Do you think three days compares to eight lives?

[skinstitch]

He kidnapped you for eight lives?

[conspecifics]

Nine— but the first death was inevitable, with or without him. Or do you think I'm capable of dragging myself out of the grave on a whim?

[skinstitch]

I think I don't understand anything that you're saying. He locked you up against your will for nine lives, for what. For fun?

[conspecifics]

Not so literally.

( this is why he doesn't want to get into things as a general rule. he sucks shit at explanations. )

Meeting someone is a coincidence. Living the same life over and over until you meet that someone is not. ( surely that makes sense, conceptually... ) And it certainly wasn't love, on his part.

[skinstitch]

( it doesn't make sense, but it doesn't matter. he's not a part of whatever this is, so it's unlikely that anything would make sense. )

You say you love him and you hurt him all the time. If that works for you, then why can't it mean the same thing back?

[conspecifics]

That's the difference, isn't it? I said it.

( his turn to sigh. )

If your curiosity is satisfied, then I think we've said enough.

[skinstitch]

Always have to do it your way.

( he doesn't sound satisfied, but he ends the connection--clearly he's been dismissed. )