Starborn Hoshi

*tzzk* Musing. Aside. I must practice my words... *sskh*

*tzzk* Unsure if I. Get attached too easily. Or if I am. Simply correct for enjoying people's company. Maybe I am. An extrovert. Ha. Ha. That is a joke. But I do like people. *sskh*

*tzzk* ... I am truly. So easily distracted. However. *sskh*

*tzzk* I think that. I should. Get back to practicing. My words. *sskh*

*tzzk* I think that I. Will have to. Study hard. Ah. It is like. Mandatory training. All over again. Except it is not mandated. By anything other than. My own desire to make my survival. Easier. Or perhaps. More interesting. *sskh*

*tzzk* There is something. A little eerie. About the site being. So very quiet. My posts. Are touching. *sskh*

*tzzk* It is not odd. To be nocturnal. Because space. Is dark anyway. *sskh*

*tzzk* I think that. Today. I will... Do something. I am not yet sure what exactly. *sskh*

*tzzk* I wonder. If I have the strength and. Capacity. To learn. Two languages at once. Hm. Hmmm. But then. Even though this is. Beforus. A lot of the people in my. Immediate surroundings. Know Alternian. I will. Try to practice more. *sskh*

*tzzk* ... At least I am. Learning something. But I am pretty sure, that. Discourse. Is a bad way. To learn. *sskh*

*tzzk* ... Okay. Yes. Could have timed that better. There seems to be. Something. Happening. Or reactions to. Something that has happened. *sskh*

*tzzk* ... A #nsfw concept. For fun. Perhaps. This one is not. Based on any reality of mine. Just. A fictional thought. If the timing is bad. I apologise. It takes a while to. Write. *sskh* *tzzk* You are unseen. You know that you are, as you step through the crowded street, entirely unclothed. If you were noticed, there would be. Uproar. Outrage, even. You would be arrested for indecent exposure. But you aren't, so you aren't. It is a tricky task, dodging the bodies of people who do not know that you exist, and there is a certain thrill to narrowly avoiding brushing up against them. If they knew you were here, you would be in trouble. Serious, serious trouble. But they do not. You are safe. As long as you remain undetected. Unseen does not mean. Unheard. Or unfelt. After all. You keep moving, holding your breath whenever you get a little too close to someone. The breeze is cold. Your body reacts to it almost as much. As it reacts to the thrill of wandering gazes that look. Directly through you. To shop windows. Or other people in the crowd. What if one of them saw? What would you do then? Would you run? Try to bargain? Plead with them to keep quiet? Beg for them to keep your secret? Offer anything for them to allow you remain invisible for a while longer, anything at all? All you have on you is your body, after all. You shiver as you think about it. You have to keep moving to keep yourself warm, the heat of arousal is not quite enough, the cold leaving you both numbed and sensitive all at once. You feel your hand brush against. Someone else's. A shiver down your spine. They look directly at you. And through you. And past you. Confused. Entirely unknowing. There is a relief to that. You remain safe. Next time, you may be less lucky. The thought alone makes you dizzy. Your legs tremble slightly as you continue onwards, tingling with nerves and the chill of the air. When you finally get to the other side of the crowd and slip into your home, your inner thighs are sticky, and you are able to finally take a deep, shuddering breath, no longer needing to keep silent. You lean against your door, still trembling even as the warmth caresses your chilled body, the temperature change alone nearly enough to make you come untouched. Nearly. But not quite. You will have to finish yourself off, this time. You do not bother to leave your spot. And if anyone outside saw your door open and close "all by itself" and came to investigate, all they would hear from within. Is your moans. *sskh*

*tzzk* I did at least. Have his passwords. Don't tell him, ha ha. Ha... *sskh*

*tzzk* ... In happier. News. I now know how to say "Yes" "No" "I don't understand" and "Thank you" in both Alternian and Beforan. This will. Probably be very. Helpful. *sskh*

*tzzk* I am in a strange state. Between mourning. And apathy. I am. Unsure what to do. With the corpse. At this point. Despite all the time we spent together. And all of the missions. We went on together. I actually do not know. What burial methods they wanted. They never told me. So now I have to. Guess. And I. I don't know. But I doubt they would want. To be buried on a planet. They have never been in. I will have to. Find a way to preserve or cremate him. For when I can eventually. Get back to somewhere we recognise. *sskh* *tzzk* ... I should take him home. That's what I should do. *sskh*

*tzzk* I will be. Adjusting the settings. On my food tester. Because my resting heart rate. And the headache. Says that while the energy drink is "edible". I should not. Have imbibed it. Oh well. Every day a new lesson, I suppose. Perhaps it was. My own fault. For letting myself get thirsty. And also. I like the flavour. So I was perhaps not careful enough. With pacing it... Lesson very much learned. I am not in any danger. It will pass harmlessly. *sskh*

*tzzk* Head hurts. Okay. I will proceed as usual. *sskh*

*tzzk* I need to. Remember that. I am not. Actually. On Alternia anymore. But am instead. On Beforus. This is the one downside. Of teleportation. One does not always know. Where one is. Until you ask. This is an issue, because. Well. I was trying to learn Alternian Common. But if I am on Beforus. I should probably. Learn Beforan Common... *sskh*

*tzzk* ... Note. To self. Troll energy drinks are. Significantly stronger. *sskh*

*tzzk* Feeling seen. #positive *sskh*