[Till is :) not having a great time right now! He is an Alien, everything sucks, he wants to run into the Forest and…he doesn’t know, die maybe, but he already knows that isn’t possible so there’s no point. But where many have lost easy use of their hands with paws and claws, Till— for a mercy, still has his. Granted, he does have slightly clawed fingers, and his hands have soft gecko skin, but otherwise it’s manageable. He needs to touch grass and do something to make his brain feel a little better before his head explodes.
He’s carrying his sketchbook because he’s upset and drawing is his usual outlet, and though normally he prefers to draw scenery and architecture…he does NOT want to think about these godawful mushrooms, and they’re fucking everywhere.
So eventually he finds somewhere to flop down, and…he happens to look up, because Zahliya where he’s perched is blocking a bit of the light. Normally, he’d bark at him to move, but…
…hm.]
Hey. Can I draw you?
[He’s not the type to just draw somebody without their permission, so.]
Zahliya pwease
He’s carrying his sketchbook because he’s upset and drawing is his usual outlet, and though normally he prefers to draw scenery and architecture…he does NOT want to think about these godawful mushrooms, and they’re fucking everywhere.
So eventually he finds somewhere to flop down, and…he happens to look up, because Zahliya where he’s perched is blocking a bit of the light. Normally, he’d bark at him to move, but…
…hm.]
Hey. Can I draw you?
[He’s not the type to just draw somebody without their permission, so.]