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This kinda had to come eventually

I’ve given it quite a lot of thought and I think I am going to retire Eugene. 

Eugene was always like, a sort of comfort character I could hold onto going through primary school, high school and university [yes I’ve had him for that long]. But that’s all finished now. I went from a School Age child to a Young Adult during the time where I’ve had Eugene. And I will continue to have and cherish him for the foreseeable future. But I don’t think roleplaying him will be part of that anymore. I haven’t felt the muse for him in quite some time either but I kinda...kept dragging myself along hoping it’d come back. So I think I am going to retire this blog for, the foreseeable future. My musing with Eugene has only gotten lower and lower and lower ever since I graduated. 

I want to thank you all very much for having interacted with Eugene, whether it was by active roleplaying or sending in funny asks and all. This blog will still stay here, and all of my resources will be archived as memories for me. Perhaps I will pick them back up someday. 

But now that I’ve graduate and got my PHD, got out of my depression slump, I also want to spend more time offline, be more active physically, actively partake in other hobbies and also you know...go into the real world and all. I need to move on with my life. And Eugene will, unfortunately not be a part of that anymore. This was...an incredibly tough decision for me to make, and this blog was genuinely a lot of fun while it lasted, but I’ve finally decided to put an end to it. I’ll leave this post pinned for...well...the foreseeable future I suppose. I’ll message those who I still owe threads to first thing tomorrow morning. I’m really sorry, but I felt like this was the best decision to make. I

Once again, I thank you all for interacting with Eugene, and perhaps we’ll see you again some other day. 

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#i was drawing a sniper once and my pop saw and did a double take and asked if i was drawing him

i wasn’t kidding

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A small chuckle came from him, “It’s almost impossible to ever be upset with that lass.” he commented, from his own experience. Sure, Miss Pauling made mistakes sometimes, but if you thought about the fact that she’s one person doing the job of five people simultaneously, and the fact that she’s only gotten 1 day off a year, you wouldn’t blame her for messing up once in a while. 

“That’s good then, we should at least get you somewhere different. ‘fore somethin’ wrong happens, eh?” he smirked, just slightly. 

“Oh well...” he paused, and took out his cleaner’s carbine that was holstered on his belt, to the left side of his lower back. And he shot the man dressed in Red as if it were nothing. He knew he’d respawn anyway, might as well save him the trouble, the pain, and the unnecessary suffering. Eugene was a professional mercenary, not a sadist. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. He’ll be fine, don’t worry your pretty little head about it too much, aight?” he disregarded his action as if it was nothing. Because it was nothing, it meant nothing to him. He’d spent quite some time blowing people’s head off day after day, another one added to the counter wasn’t much anymore. He’d grown cold towards it. 

As he placed his carbine back into its holster and walked off in the direction of one of BLU’s spawnroom, and looked to see if she was following him. “So, how should we even refer to you? Not by name ‘course but your...class I s’pose...?” he then asked. Might as well try to get to know her better, he figured.

“You think I can’t kill you with a knife? I can. I’m probably going to have to.” [from Markiplier RE sentence starters]

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"--STOP!" * Came a voice from the opposite side of the room, and when he looked, Sniper unfortunately found a woman dressed in all Blu's colors, armed only with what appeared to be a saucepan... She unclenched just long enough to peer up from the corner, an intrusive ( but now very DEAD ) body, still slumped on the floor before her hiding place.*

"-- I'm on your side!" * She pleaded, breathlessly, gore unfortunately now caking the left side of her face.* "-- I just took a wrong turn before the alarm went off, I swear!....I-I-I'm not supposed to be anywhere near the field!"

* And, rather than fighting back, she raised her unoccupied hand--palm up--as though she very much hoped he'd help her up.*

" ... Please!" * She further bargained, to such an end:* "--If I had a 'cloaking'-image on me, it would flicker if you touched me, wouldn't it??..."

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A small panic ensued inside Eugene as Marius didn’t seem to brighten up at all. His other hand reached over to Marius’ face, gently cupping it. His thumb brushed over his cheek.  “It’s okay” he hushed. He wasn’t certain if this really was the right thing to do. 

He could stay quiet and let Marius have his moment, but that would feel awkward wouldn’t it? He could tell Marius to quit it and just suck it up but that’s just plain insensitive. His uncertainty made him feel a little bit awkward

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Eugene eventually decided to ask, to prevent himself from accidentally making a wrong move. The last thing he’d wanted to do was to hurt Marius even further. Asking was always good, he figured. A distressed person themselves would know better what would feel good or right in the moment than a bystander attempting to comfort them. 

“Cheer you up or somethin’?” he suggested, tilting his head slightly to take a better look at Marius. Again, he wasn’t sure what exactly he could do that would cheer the other up. Perhaps they could go for a swim. Or lay down again and take a nap. Maybe Marius didn’t want to go to his house at all. 

“Anything, really... I’d hate to see you like this, mate.” 

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If he’d ask further, he’d probably make him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be pushy, he hated it whenever he accidentally became pushy towards other people. He wanted to ask if Marius was still feeling comfortable in joining him in coming back to his house. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited for a response from him. As a sort of check in, to see that, despite him being unwell, he was comfortable enough to go on.

Oh hell, he did notice. Neptune has forsaken him. Bottling it up, as he put it, was the best solution right now because the mer refused to confess anything to him. There was just no way that he could tell him how he felt without ruining their friendship. Then again, staying as a friend and nothing more also hurt, but so did parting ways because of their differences. He wished he was a hermit crab so he could hide in his shell until it didn’t hurt anymore. His idea that he had before was thrown out the window. It was no longer an option.

And yet, he still clung to his hand. Maybe it was just the fear of being alone that caused him to hold on. Maybe it was the comforting tone that Eugene spoke in. Maybe he was so touch starved that he’s afraid he’ll never feel something like that again, so he should never let go. Gods, why was this so hard? This shouldn’t be happening! They were just friends, right? Right? Then why was he crying over something so trivial? Nothing happened between them!

Marius kept his head bowed as his face contorted in more emotional turmoil, even bringing his hand up to his face and wiping at his eyes with the base of his palm; he sniffled softly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear his father’s condescending tone, making an unkind remark regarding his crying. He was aware of how ridiculous he looked, how weak he felt, but he couldn’t help it. His heart is too big for his own good. 

Shame burned its way onto his tear-stained cheeks. He felt so stupid now. The idea of his eyes ever meeting Eugene’s now and after this gave him anxiety. Strong enough to put the notion of running away in his mind, just something to consider as a means of escape. Something’s gotta change, he couldn’t let this happen again. This was humiliating.

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Listening intensely to what the lass had to say, Eugene still kept his eyes on her, not wanting to give her any chance of escaping or getting away, just in case. Although he didn’t really want to admit it, she was quite right about the state of the food at the base. That’s kinda what happens when you leave 8, or 9, men who either can’t cook or have too specific taste in order to be able to cook for others in charge of the kitchen. Sure, Eugene could cook just fine, but trying to get the others, especially Spy, to eat any form of roadkill was a bigger challenge than hiking up a hill with a huge hangover. 

“Right...” he mumbled, still in doubt whether he could trust her or not. At least she knew Miss Pauling by name, and described something that sounded almost exactly like the small lady dressed in purple. “She tends to do that quite often. You get used to it after a while...” he grunted and shrugged his shoulders. Miss Pauling was a busy person, and that’s putting it lightly. She tried her best to get everything done for the Administrator and the mercs and he appreciated that. Shame it left him sorta stuck with this rookie though. 

Standing up again, he was still looking at the new recruit, not saying a word. He was thinking about what his best course of action would be in this scenario. He’d never have to introduce or meet a newbie like this. Although he’d been the newbie himself once, he didn’t get such an informal introduction to the team as she seemed to be getting. His jaw worked, and he bit the inside of his mouth softly.  “Get up.” he maffled to her, holding out his hand if she needed to support on something to get up off the ground. 

“Yer in need of medical assistance aren’t ya?” he presumed, now looking around the battlefield to see if he could spot their team’s medic somewhere. No luck. Still, bringing her to the respawn room would be a lot better than to let her lay here on the ground, slumped against the wall. 

“You think I can’t kill you with a knife? I can. I’m probably going to have to.” [from Markiplier RE sentence starters]

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"--STOP!" * Came a voice from the opposite side of the room, and when he looked, Sniper unfortunately found a woman dressed in all Blu's colors, armed only with what appeared to be a saucepan... She unclenched just long enough to peer up from the corner, an intrusive ( but now very DEAD ) body, still slumped on the floor before her hiding place.*

"-- I'm on your side!" * She pleaded, breathlessly, gore unfortunately now caking the left side of her face.* "-- I just took a wrong turn before the alarm went off, I swear!....I-I-I'm not supposed to be anywhere near the field!"

* And, rather than fighting back, she raised her unoccupied hand--palm up--as though she very much hoped he'd help her up.*

" ... Please!" * She further bargained, to such an end:* "--If I had a 'cloaking'-image on me, it would flicker if you touched me, wouldn't it??..."

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“A cook?” he repeated, although he wasn’t really against the idea. None of the mercenaries on his team were really cut out for cooking anyway. It was bearable, but not enjoyable. “ ‘s about time we got a bloody cook ‘round here.” he joked, and huffed. 

Kneeling down to take a closer look at the Sheila, Eugene took notice of all the tools that she had hanging around her, and what her outfit consisted of. The blue colours and the class icon on her shoulder were good signs to him. The only that stood out to him was the bold yellowed STAFF that marked her chest. None of his teammates ever had STAFF imprinted on her clothing, neither did the purple ladies, or even the CEO himself. If he ever were to wear clothes, that is.

It stood out as a red flag to him, and he squinted his eyes at her, giving her a fierce glare. He wanted her to know he still didn’t trust her. He could hurt her if he wanted to, and he wanted her to know to not get too comfortable now. At the same time, he didn’t want to let his guard down. Even if he had a knife on him, she had more tools available to her. Maybe not your ordinary warzone kind of weapons, but tools that could hurt someone if the attacker really wanted to. 

“So how’d you get yerself in this situation, then? Battlefield’s not really a place for a cook like yerself, huh?” 

“You think I can’t kill you with a knife? I can. I’m probably going to have to.” [from Markiplier RE sentence starters]

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"--STOP!" * Came a voice from the opposite side of the room, and when he looked, Sniper unfortunately found a woman dressed in all Blu's colors, armed only with what appeared to be a saucepan... She unclenched just long enough to peer up from the corner, an intrusive ( but now very DEAD ) body, still slumped on the floor before her hiding place.*

"-- I'm on your side!" * She pleaded, breathlessly, gore unfortunately now caking the left side of her face.* "-- I just took a wrong turn before the alarm went off, I swear!....I-I-I'm not supposed to be anywhere near the field!"

* And, rather than fighting back, she raised her unoccupied hand--palm up--as though she very much hoped he'd help her up.*

" ... Please!" * She further bargained, to such an end:* "--If I had a 'cloaking'-image on me, it would flicker if you touched me, wouldn't it??..."

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Lowering his glasses slightly, Eugene could indeed see she was dressed in all of Blu’s colours, but he still didn’t trust the situation. She didn’t look familiar to him and he’d been around long enough to know that anyone could dress up in blue colours and claim whatever they want.

Slowly approaching her, with his knife still pointing at her, his eyes darted all over the room to asses the situation better. Dead bodies weren’t too much of an odd sight for him, but a saucepan? On the battlefield? Eugene couldn’t help but smirk a little and mutter the words ’That’s bloody weird...’ to himself.

With his kukri he touched her face slightly...No cloak glimmers. “Good.” he muttered again, and put his knife away.

“So you’re not a spy...and you’re quite clearly not a mercenary. I mean saucepan as a weapon, really?” he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. The sheer thought of using a pan as a weapon in the midst of a warzone.

“What is it that you’re doing here?” he questioned her, his tone being more serious now.

“You think I can’t kill you with a knife? I can. I’m probably going to have to.” [from Markiplier RE sentence starters]

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"--STOP!" * Came a voice from the opposite side of the room, and when he looked, Sniper unfortunately found a woman dressed in all Blu's colors, armed only with what appeared to be a saucepan... She unclenched just long enough to peer up from the corner, an intrusive ( but now very DEAD ) body, still slumped on the floor before her hiding place.*

"-- I'm on your side!" * She pleaded, breathlessly, gore unfortunately now caking the left side of her face.* "-- I just took a wrong turn before the alarm went off, I swear!....I-I-I'm not supposed to be anywhere near the field!"

* And, rather than fighting back, she raised her unoccupied hand--palm up--as though she very much hoped he'd help her up.*

" ... Please!" * She further bargained, to such an end:* "--If I had a 'cloaking'-image on me, it would flicker if you touched me, wouldn't it??..."

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The tears caught Eugene by surprise, he had expected Marius to reply with a no, or to disregard his question wholly. But tears? He hadn’t anticipated such a simple question would result in tears. He was taken aback by it, he hadn’t meant for Marius to cry, he just wanted him to be alright. 

Marius hadn’t let go of his hands. Neither had Eugene. He wasn’t planning to anytime soon, especially not when his friend, now more obviously than before, was not doing alright, despite what he had said. Instead of letting go, Eugene brushed his thumb back and forth, very carefully over Marius’ hand. 

“Clearly you’re not fine.” he answered, realizing it probably came off wrong. “I mean, yeah you’re fine but... You’re not okay.” he stumbled a little over his words and shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with not bein’ okay. It’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me, you don’t have to. Just don’t bottle it all up. Nothing good comes from that.” As he tried his best to comfort his friend, Eugene was thoroughly aware that he was being a hypocrite. It didn’t bother him. What bothered him was seeing Marius unwell. Except he didn’t really know what else to say to him. He clearly wasn’t feeling good, despite what he’d told Eugene.  

If he’d ask further, he’d probably make him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be pushy, he hated it whenever he accidentally became pushy towards other people. He wanted to ask if Marius was still feeling comfortable in joining him in coming back to his house. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited for a response from him. As a sort of check in, to see that, despite him being unwell, he was comfortable enough to go on. 

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As he started to walk back to where they came from, he looked behind him, eyebrows raised a little, and purposefully made eye contact with Marius. “You alright?” he then asked, softly.

There it was. The question he was dreading, hoping he wouldn’t hear it. Gene did notice his change and he cursed himself for being so open about it, though he never spoke of it. He was very readable, which was something he always forgot. What could he say now? The question alone brought tears to his eyes. Something about being asked if one was mentally well and the obvious answer was “no,” it triggered tears and an onslaught of emotions that were desperately shoved in a box. Many people shared this same response, and yet, for the life of him, he couldn’t explain why.

He dared to look up at his friend and immediately regretted his decision. Eugene was staring at him right in the eye, which made the soft-spoken mer instantaneously avert his own gaze back down the earth that they walked upon. His nose threatened him to sniffle, lest he had it run down his philtrum. But if he sniffled, he’d give himself away. One hand grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged on it, while the other held on to the latter’s hand. Marius’s head bobbed gently in a nodded. “Y-Yes. I’m fine.”

His throat was beginning to tighten and make him choke on his words. The emotion could be detected in his volume, tone, and body language, another thing he failed to remember. He was too busy getting caught up in his thoughts and the what-ifs. The most distressing one was the possibility of ever falling in love with him and wanting to start a family. It just wouldn’t work. He didn’t know which was worse, crushing his feelings to prevent any sort of further attachment to him, or letting it happen and get to the point where he’d have to walk away because of their differing opinions and wishes. Both options were just too painful. It did nothing to curb his warring conscience.

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Holding Marius’ hand was something Eugene enjoyed, although he wouldn’t be quick to admit it. Unlike other times, he didn’t mind coming into contact with Marius. Eugene had often times flinched or winced when other people touched him. Not Marius though, and he’d go about his way to feel the mer’s hand at every opportunity possible. Sticking out his hand to pull Marius up was one of those. And as he did, he gave the mer a soft little smile. 

Still, Eugene couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Something was off. With Marius. He may not have known the mer for that long but he could definitely tell something was different. 

Sometimes Eugene prided himself in being a man of details, noticing things others didn’t see, recognizing patterns others didn’t perceive. The same applied to how Eugene saw people and their patterns. The terrible downside of noticing those small changes in others was that he didn’t understand what they meant. He had great difficulty knowing how others felt or what they thought if they hadn’t told him or if it wasn’t outright obvious. Marius, to him, was not being obvious. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe it wasn’t. 

He wanted to ask the mer if he felt okay. You alright? he wanted to ask, but he fortunately had been on this earth long enough to know that people didn’t always wanted to express or expose their feelings to others. Lord knows Eugene’s experienced that before himself, plenty of times even. He was a bit conflicted on what to do. Still, he decided to ask anyway. If Marius wanted to mention it he would, and if he didn’t, he didn’t, Eugene concluded in his head. 

As he started to walk back to where they came from, he looked behind him, eyebrows raised a little, and purposefully made eye contact with Marius. “You alright?” he then asked, softly. 

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“Far? I dunno…” Eugene shrugged, “Couldn’t be longer than a bit of a walk, really.” In his head, Eugene tried figuring out the route back to his house. He managed to go from his house to the beach, and from the beach to this secluded area. Going back home meant just taking the same directions, just backwards, which couldn’t be that hard, right?

“I’m not sure where to go from here exactly, but if we go back to the beach first I’ll know my way back. Shouldn’t be longer than 12 minutes from there.” he gestured vaguely in the air. Eugene liked that he lived closer to the beach, he did pick his house with the intention of being close to the beach after all. He always favoured living close to a body of water, and if he couldn’t find a home with one nearby, he’d opt for the countryside, although that did get rather lonely and isolating at times.

Eugene placed his glasses back on his face. “Territorial humans…?” he repeated, confused what Marius meant. Humans weren’t really territorial in the same aspect that wild animals were. At least, the average human was. “No I don’t…think so.” he muttered, uncertain of what to answer. His neighbours we’re all quite friendly, and he’d say he’d have good relationships with all of them. Except one maybe. But just one isn’t so bad. “Never had any danger in the neighbourhood. Just some kids bein’ little brats but that ain’t a real threat.”

Already preparing himself to leave, Eugene stood up and wiped the sand off of his pants and arse. “Do you wanna lay here for ‘nother moment or do you wanna go?” he asked, holding out a hand to Marius to pull him up if needed.

Marius didn’t have a good perception on how humans kept track of time. Everything was either “in a moment,” at sundown/rise, midnight, or noon, which could be determined with the position of the sun/moon. Whatever fell in between was a grey area. Twelve minutes, however, wasn’t too long, and could easily be spent by chatting some more and asking questions. It wouldn’t be unbearable, especially since he was with Eugene. Coming out of his blue, that’s another story.

But his eyes were so kind and bright, surely he wouldn’t let something like a disagreement get in the way, right? It’d be silly. Still, he couldn’t deny that he felt hurt by his reaction. That might be kept a secret, though, and hoped that it wasn’t noticed. He didn’t want to talk about it. Gene was already standing when the mer flipped back over, propping himself up on his elbows. His aquamarine pools flicked up at his eyes, and to his outstretched hand. If he was ready to go, then there wasn’t any point of delaying any longer.

With slow hesitation, he took his hand and hoisted himself up from the ground. Sand stuck to his exposed flesh and he did exactly what Gene did, which was wipe it off with his hands. He was used to that, though. Before they took a step in the opposite direction, he grabbed his bag of cotton candy. “I’m fine,” he said, declining his offer to stay a little more. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

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— OC QUESTIONS

BASICS

What’s their full name?

What does their name mean? Why were they named that?

Do they have any nicknames?

How old are they?

When’s their birthday?

What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance?

What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities?

What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor?

APPEARANCE

What do they look like?

Do they have a face claim?

What’s their style like? Clothes, hair, makeup?

How do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression?

Do they have any physical ailments or disabilities?

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment?

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?

What are they bad at?

What kind of things do they dislike/hate?

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?

What are their goals and motivations?

What are their manners like? Any habits?

What are they most afraid of?

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like?

What’s their family like?

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold?

How do they fit into their “story”?

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like?

How do they eventually die?

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

Do they have any pets?

Are they good with kids? Animals?

FUN FACTS

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes?

Do they play any instruments? Sports?

What are some items they always carry?

Do they collect anything?

What position do they sleep in?

Which emoji would they use the most?

What languages do they speak?

What’s their favorite expletive?

What’s their favorite candle scent?

What songs remind you of them?

Which animal would you say represents them?

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else?

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays?

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue?

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be?

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Not saying another word, he instead rolled his eyes at her, and let out a long, heavy sigh. His head fell backwards, letting it relax as he looked at the roof. Closing his eyes, Eugene seemed mildly agitated. 

He let out another, smaller sigh before he turned his attention back to his coffee, downing the rest of it all in one go. It had cooled down enough for him to do that. When he finished, he slammed the cup on the counter. He hadn’t intended to slam it. 

“I don’t want your pills.” he muttered, trying his best to stay calm. He wasn’t a morning person, he never was, and never made an effort to be. “I’m not looking for a solution, doc. I just wanna understand. What it means.” he stayed quiet for a while. “I don’t think I need your pills. Therapist would prolly be better...” he muttered and wandered off, back to his room. Despite what he had said, he made sure he’d still be there on Wednesday. 

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Eugene slumped towards the coffee machine, barely having enough energy to set himself a cup of coffee. Last night seemed to be yet another one added to the seemingly endless string of sleepless nights. It was awful getting up in the mornin' after such a restless night, but he found that a cup of coffee often helped. His eyes were barely open and he felt he was about to nod off at any second, but he kept refusing. Eugene knew the rest would do him well but he wouldn't allow himself to doze off. He was too worried about slipping away into another hellish nightmare. Staying up all night and having not enough energy to function throughout day was a preferable alternative than having to relive those awful moments over and over again.

"So anyway, how was your night?" he asked, his voice sounding groggy

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“Far? I dunno...” Eugene shrugged, “Couldn’t be longer than a bit of a walk, really.” In his head, Eugene tried figuring out the route back to his house. He managed to go from his house to the beach, and from the beach to this secluded area. Going back home meant just taking the same directions, just backwards, which couldn’t be that hard, right? 

“I’m not sure where to go from here exactly, but if we go back to the beach first I’ll know my way back. Shouldn’t be longer than 12 minutes from there.” he gestured vaguely in the air. Eugene liked that he lived closer to the beach, he did pick his house with the intention of being close to the beach after all. He always favoured living close to a body of water, and if he couldn’t find a home with one nearby, he’d opt for the countryside, although that did get rather lonely and isolating at times. 

Eugene placed his glasses back on his face. “Territorial humans...?” he repeated, confused what Marius meant. Humans weren’t really territorial in the same aspect that wild animals were. At least, the average human was. “No I don’t...think so.” he muttered, uncertain of what to answer. His neighbours we’re all quite friendly, and he’d say he’d have good relationships with all of them. Except one maybe. But just one isn’t so bad. “Never had any danger in the neighbourhood. Just some kids bein’ little brats but that ain’t a real threat.”

Already preparing himself to leave, Eugene stood up and wiped the sand off of his pants and arse. “Do you wanna lay here for ‘nother moment or do you wanna go?” he asked, holding out a hand to Marius to pull him up if needed. 

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“Perhaps i’d better show you what it looks like…” and then, it was as if a small lightbulb next to Eugene’s head suddenly turned on. “I could show you my house…if you like?” he proposed, in a much quieter voice.

The mer’s heart ached from the sting of the cut that was likely unintentional, he chose to remain silent and only offered little hums and nods in response. He knew it was….silly, that he should be living his life to the fullest because having a family would just tie him down, but he already lived like that. He was tired of traveling all over for a place to live, he was tired of being alone. A family was so enticing and endearing that he truly felt it would heal his broken heart. To have it rejected and even scorned upon was worse than getting outwardly laughed at. In a nutshell, he was probably overreacting and overthinking. But in all fairness, he didn’t even consider that he was because issues such as that were barely talked about among his species. He was in his own world now.

Eugene gave his explanation on the concept of owning a home in human society, but Marius wouldn’t admit that he had drowned him out with the sound of his own thoughts swirling in his head. He felt stuck. And of course, he wasn’t doing this to be mean or rude. Pulling him out of such a state could prove to be difficult, especially since he wasn’t aware that it’s a separate place from reality. Whether his friend had caught on, he couldn’t say, and he didn’t want to know, either. It was embarrassing enough.

However, he caught the tail end of their conversation, which was an offer to show him what a “house” really looked like. Sure, that sounded interesting, and his curiosity was everlasting, but he paused before he responded with his answer, completely oblivious to a plan that was brewing. Could he really trust that’s where Eugene was going to take him? Was it far? The mer finally twisted his body to face him, brows furrowed slightly from the leftover disappointment that hopefully translated as concern. “Is it far? Is it….dangerous? Should I prepare myself for any aggressive and territorial humans that we might come across?”