['Quirks' is a polite way to put it, and Dylas appreciates it every time. The first piece of his furniture that he'd sent to Haru's place had been his industrial air conditioner, after all, for when the summer hits and he needs to keep himself from smelling like roadkill. Then there's going to be awkward trips to the monster grocery store that he's dreading making with Haru. For now, his cravings are pretty light, but as a perpetually hungry depressed undead deer monster with a cute boyfriend, he's snacking on beef jerky even as he walks into the apartment for the first time.
This is it. This is it, he's a wendigo, he has a boyfriend, and...wow, it's been so long since he's been a part of a bigger city. Being a wendigo isn't illegal, but it's sure to attract plenty of stares in the coming months. Years, maybe. He wants to be hopeful, but it's hard.]
It's very you— [He takes a few steps further into the room, and immediately his antlers smash a light fixture that had been hanging on the ceiling. It's a small miracle he can stand to full height at all, okay? He winces and steps back before immediately dropping to a knee, working to brush the shards of glass closer together.] Shit. It's very you-sized. I'm sorry, I'll pay for that.
[Wendigo Dylas' occupation: writes for a fishing magazine and blog. He looks up from where he's kneeling. Even kneeling, his face probably comes up pretty high on Haru.]
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This is it. This is it, he's a wendigo, he has a boyfriend, and...wow, it's been so long since he's been a part of a bigger city. Being a wendigo isn't illegal, but it's sure to attract plenty of stares in the coming months. Years, maybe. He wants to be hopeful, but it's hard.]
It's very you— [He takes a few steps further into the room, and immediately his antlers smash a light fixture that had been hanging on the ceiling. It's a small miracle he can stand to full height at all, okay? He winces and steps back before immediately dropping to a knee, working to brush the shards of glass closer together.] Shit. It's very you-sized. I'm sorry, I'll pay for that.
[Wendigo Dylas' occupation: writes for a fishing magazine and blog. He looks up from where he's kneeling. Even kneeling, his face probably comes up pretty high on Haru.]
It's kind of empty.