[OTA; two loser hoppers for the price of one: f r e e]

[kickhopper]

[ under a bridge, or out by the dumpster, or even out by someone's trash cans in the street sit my partner and I. we drift, it's only right.

there's no place in the light for us, and the light changes direction constantly. its rays are too harsh for losers like us. I have to find some way to spare us.

I hand him a barely-lukewarm styrofoam container of ramen. it's more than we deserve, but better to eat than starve for someone to find us and judge us or laugh at him. I sit down next to him and open my own meager dinner. ]

((ooc: joint post for kageyama and yaguruma. feel free to find them lurking anywhere! THEY LIVE TO BE INCONVENIENT. ))

MUSHVERSE; bird in tree, must be a day ending in y

[mislaid]

So I'm up in a tree again. This park's good for tree-climbing, anyway; nobody really bothers me much here. One hand curled around a limb, the rest of me slumped back against the branches, I feel... comfortable.

Well, as comfortable as I can be in this body. But that stuff's old hat.

That said, I'm actually kind of dozing, but shh. I know what I'm doing. Today's been wearing, maybe just because I've not been out and about among my fellow former, er, semi-orphaned compatriots. Does that sound okay? Do I care? It works!