You sat down at a nearby bench just right outside of a gas station, feeling rather exhausted... Before you're suddenly facing a man, who's staring at you with those blue, flower-like design on his glasses.
He seems to have brown hair, or red? It looked so similar... Just couldn't put a finger on it. It had been so long since you last chatted with him.
You recall him asking, "Do you want to know who I am?"
"I do want to know who you are."
"Well then," He says, tilting his head left then right. "My name is Chii Chii. I used to be formerly called Mitch In my past ponytown era." He explains, before digging in his pocket. "Would you like to see what's inside of it?"
"Sure."
He soon takes out his letter, and opens it, showing a piece of paper, that seemed to be some sort of address?
SILLY STUFF COLLABORATION ADDRESS
"Something special, real special," Chii Chii grins, his mouth widening into a glee of a smile, which is perpetually always doing that. "Somethin' between my friend and I," He adds, his black basic shirt, and his gray shorts combining together in an odd, fashion sense. It was cold, from what you remember that day, and it was raining! How could he be wearing such things?
He shakes his head, a regular habit for him. "Now, below it, it's got my confidant's address page, if you wanna contact em' via their address... Eh, I mean Atabook or Strawpage." He hands it over to you, AyUUmmi's adddrresSs showing on the bottom of the page, in rather messy handwriting... As if it was in a hurry for something. You still have the page on your desk, but it might've been gone by then. Oh well.
"Now that you've gotten a bit about me or sum' stuff,"
"You should probably learn my boundaries, eh?" He smiles, digging his hands in his pockets. A long list of words, as he unraveled each of them slowly. "Ahem..."
"Let me begin with the ones I want to stray away. As far away as humanely possible."
"Okay...?"
"Firstly. Proshippers, darkshippers, homophobics and transphobics, basically.. Well, people against LGBTQ." He coughs awkwardly, digging in his other pocket to grab a random half empty water bottle. He gulped it down all in one go. "Anyway. Zoophiles, racists, and especially ex-friends.." He said that last part, ex-friends, like it made him slightly uncomfortable to mention. "Anything ai related. The Freak circus fans, and Verity fans... I respect, well.." He soon whispered, "not really respect those who play the freak circus or watch Verity, but I try to understand." He shrugs. "Oh, and Anti alterhumans. Not to forget: MAGA supporters, or just Tr-" He stuttered. "Ewww... Trump." He said, his face twisting into a disgusted matter." "Yeah." He mutters. He rolls the list of words back magically into his badass-ultra-28121-pocket machine. Suddenly, because Chii Chii's pockets wouldn't work for some DAMN reason, the papers and cats and everything flew out.
His LIST of DNIS!
| -Proshippers/Dark shippers
| -Homos/transphobes (basically anyone against LGBTQ.)
| -Zoophiles, racists.
| -Ex-friends.
| -Ai related things.
| -TFC fans. Verity fans.
| -MAGA supporters/trump supporters.
| -Anti alterhumans.
"Oh, and let's not forget one single clear thing," He says, slightly kneeling down to grab his dropped items. The cats flailed around like nuts, hitting your leg, possibly arm, the bench, and his face too! "I don't like when people make flirty jokes with me, kay'?" He says, "Not anyone.. Well, besides my partner. They can do that." He says, his fingers tensing then relaxing for some reason, as his eyes widen subconsciously. "Xusladame. Oh, I could just go on forever about how amazing they are!" He mutters, his face slightly blushing from the thought of Xusladame's face again.
OR
"Uhm, no thanks."
WIP
"No, go away."
He sighs softly, shoulders slumping a bit.
"That's reasonable..." His voice trails off. "You can go on your way now, if you'd like I suppose," He shrugs, his mouth tilting in a frown, shaking his head left to right slowly.
What a weird experience.
You suddenly feel sleepy, after all of that work or staring at a wall you had to do today. You stretched your body, and went home.
Heavy WIP.