I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // ANY/Leilan

[Trekori]

Trekori

i'm freezing, it's not winter yet
but my fingers and toes
are shivering beneath these sheets
and i feel so alone
i don't want to die, i want to sleep

As my head is lowered to the creek, the stallion cracks a joke and leaves me floundering to find any type of response. Joking is so not up my alley - Noori and Trekk are far from tricksters or even lighthearted, and my time spent in any other company has either been short or unpleasant. So sue me if I take a little while longer to drink, cause god knows I have no idea how to respond.

Eventually, I lift my head to meet my familiar's gaze, deciding to take the serious route - like I ever choose a different one. "The light's pretty, but the horn is deadly. So fuck off," I deadpan, emotionless. The words themselves are perhaps too strong for this situation, but it's clear by my lack of change of body language and the way my eyes don't really have a spark in them that I'm not looking for a fight. Just a conversation where the things I can't help about myself aren't belittled to such trifling things.

"Uhh... That's a weird question." I ruffle my feathers against the autumn wind and cock a brow at the red stallion, confused as to what on earth his angle is. "I mean, I don't even know your name. But he's a good guy, I like him well enough..." I pull a face, one that says I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I might as well come at it from the way you are if it'll make you go away or something. "What are your parents like?"

@[Leilan] lmao, Kori is SO BAD at socializing.