
Out of place. Hiding behind the false pretense of happiness. A lament of unavoidable failure
(image mostly unrelated. Limbus company)
/Viv.. felt. Out of place here still. He wasn't quite sure where he would fit. The GDA... Was weird. He didn't mind it. Though it was so unfamiliar. He had seen the City... Though it wasn't quite welcoming. More so found himself ignored. Per usual. Wandering hall after hall. It wouldn't click together do easily. This was still new to him. Silently through a secluded corridor he wondered to himself\
"How long... Until I accept company.. I don't know.. these people well enough.. not yet. The question is why bother... I don't want to... Lose everything again. Though it's so hard to have no one"
/He paused for a moment. Halting in his stead. Figuring out what would be enough. Viv could just pretend to be fine and accept temporary company. Though how long could he handle that without breaking. The lizard faltered. Then slowly thinking about it. 'I could always just resist as long as possible'. That was an idea. A choice. Not a great one but... It worked temporarily\
"None of them need to know. None should care. I haven't managed to be useful in the slightest!- what a fuck I am. Couldn't save them. Can't find a place here. Just what I needed"
*He didn't normally smoke. Though occasionally in rare instances of extreme distress he would. Unlike a human. The lizard was extremely resistant to fire and luckily by extent smoke. His lungs essentially just filtered it out. He'd just remain there standing. This was the first he'd used in him time there. If anyone were to appear he'd just brush it off. Blowing smoke towards the air*