cause i’m so dope and you’re a fiend
The night seemed like such an appropriate time to begin a new life. No real closure, overall emptiness, and a sneaking suspicion that no one would really care to bother him. Hackjob gazed around rather unbothered, unhurried, and rather unimpressed in general. It never really mattered what brought you to a knew place, did it? Some people fled from their homes for freedom. For the taste of a life they knew full and well they were never going to attain chained to the place where their deepest ties and secrets were held. Some people left because they were restless. Some left to chase their dreams, to attain everything in life they knew they were destined to achieve. The worst of it all was, some left for love. Those ignorant, blinded fools would actually chase love anywhere it went. Hackjob, of course, would never be that foolish. Or so he told himself. The truth was she was always grasping tightly to the back of his mind. Many times he found himself forgetting to breathe, or walking for miles and miles at a time without noticing his surroundings.
You see, he'd been dissociating from place to place since her. And although most found him to be horribly boring, annoying and dull even, he simply could not find it in himself to care anymore. In fact, he'd all but forgotten what emotions felt like in general. His dappled green skin flinched as a twig slapped his body, and as he finally started surveyed his surroundings, he was made suddenly aware that it was indeed, spring. He paused briefly, eyes rolling upwards as he tried to recall how long exactly he'd been walking. How far back he'd left her. But the months meant nothing and his eyes were beginning to flutter from exhaustion.
Wherever the hell he was, his past did not seem to be present. As if suddenly waking from a dream of falling, his whole body twitching, he realized he was not walking alone. Hackjob was unsure if he had been following her, the dancing figure. He wasn't sure exactly what drew him in, probably the fact that he never learned from his mistakes and had no real concept of proper social etiquette. Yet, even with his knees were beginning to stiffen, he trudged forward. She seemed youthful, and without her glowing mane and tail she was nearly invisible.
"Hi, hello there."
The words came out unnaturally and subconsciously. A brief cringe, as he drew closer. Part of him hoped she would ignore him. Afterall, a stranger creeping from the shadows probably wasn't what she came searching for. The other part hoped she might be able to inform him as to where exactly he was. Regardless, he paused to see if she might just turn around, trying to breath and compose himself.
ooc: sorry part of this was recycled from my first post with him. I am so so rusty and haven't done this in years so please bare with me!
@Valoris