[Fugo can't help but resent the arachnid legs on his back. He dislikes them so much that it's difficult for him to even think of them as his own. They're so long and inconvenient. It hurt so much for them to grow. Putting clothes on is a chore. The amount of sensory information that they bring in can be overwhelming. They're ugly. They remind him of Purple Haze. He's well aware that this is an exercise in futility; that they are something he has to, if not accept about himself, grit his teeth and bear with.
Even so. Despite all of that, he can't help but become attuned to the footsteps of his housemates and-- associates. (Friends? Is that accurate? Is it okay?) Riley in particular is very distinctive, thanks to the click of her talons. He knows it's her, long before she announces her presence.]
Hello, Riley.
[Although he isn't quite finished with this particular piece, rather than finishing it, he lifts his hands from the keys, laces them together, and pushes forward to stretch his hands and wrists. His knuckles crack a little. And, although he doesn't really mean to, the legs on his back stretch out too. He then twists to face her. He's quiet, for a moment, before he offers--]
It's good to see you.
[Fugo, too, looks worn and tired. Because he is. He probably should get some more rest, but-- it's difficult. To let go of what got him through the past week. The best he can do is this: let go of his thoughts by sinking into the music.]
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Even so. Despite all of that, he can't help but become attuned to the footsteps of his housemates and-- associates. (Friends? Is that accurate? Is it okay?) Riley in particular is very distinctive, thanks to the click of her talons. He knows it's her, long before she announces her presence.]
Hello, Riley.
[Although he isn't quite finished with this particular piece, rather than finishing it, he lifts his hands from the keys, laces them together, and pushes forward to stretch his hands and wrists. His knuckles crack a little. And, although he doesn't really mean to, the legs on his back stretch out too. He then twists to face her. He's quiet, for a moment, before he offers--]
It's good to see you.
[Fugo, too, looks worn and tired. Because he is. He probably should get some more rest, but-- it's difficult. To let go of what got him through the past week. The best he can do is this: let go of his thoughts by sinking into the music.]