#my guy knows ts is traumatic to ren

[docs-mailbox]

Oh.

Evidently, he’d misread the situation pretty badly. That smile of his falters as well.

Sorry. Touchy subject?

Of course it’d be a touchy subject. This was from some kind of game, wasn’t it?

He’s never been part of any of those games. Probably because he’d be too overpowered or something— at least, that’s what he assumes is the case. And as much as he misses it when a large portion of Hermits go on a month-long hiatus, it’s probably for the best, anyway.

He’s heard the stories.

There’s good, yes. All those tales of bridges of bread and birthday parties and other wacky hijinks could leave a sense of longing in anyone’s soul. But it leaves its fair deal of scars as well.

It’s nothing new. That’s the price one has to pay to earn their favor. And the stories behind those scars are…

Well.

Not everyone likes to think about it.

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.