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It's not that, I juat don't remember what accident happened. My superior just said I was in an accident with amnesia. ^_^;
If bro just let his hair grow out and the dye to fade he'd probably look normal me thinks (aka if he was a normal mf instead of GREEN)//
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i am so tired of that old suffering. i want life to go forward.
"She gave me a side eye, but I guess I didn't look threatening enough to get blown up by the railgun." Despite having possible head damage, he seems to be quite cheerful regardless. "Or something! I shouldn't assume on someone else's behalf."
Erm erm...had a slight medical emergency, so be warned I may be slow or sound wonky because I'm tired//
[6.] He's not gonna say out loud, but he's scared to death of balloons. He will have a mental breakdown if he's close to a balloon.
[5.] Realistically he SHOULD sleep on the ceiling upside down but half the time he's so hungry he just curls up in a dark corner and looks pitiful until he gets oil.
[3.] Wind chimes. He as of "waking up from his accident" doesn't know what the name of the sound is, but he does feel less anxious around windchimes.
[2.] It's a bit of both- he wants to be touched, like holding hands, hugging, etc. But his trauma keeps him from truly reaching that want. He loves touch but fears it.










