06-06-2024, 06:32 PM
It weren't uncommon for Ryosuke to sleep loads. Thanks to being half-n-half, Ryosuke did actually have eyelids he could close, unlike his mum, so it didn't conserve energy by lowering his metabolic rate like spiders did, and given that he was still very young, its energy levels raised and dropped pretty quickly and with seemingly little to no explanation half the time.
But sleeping for days on end, like this? Even for Ryosuke, that was odd. Sleeping through a volcanic eruption was even odder. He remembered, distantly, that it'd told Ichiro he was gonna go for a nap, 'cus it'd started getting snappy, and then he'd wandered off into the forests beside the Hawit River System, crafted itself a little nest of web, and hit the sack. Hadn't expected to sleep for days. Hadn't expected to wake up to... This, either.
The first thing he thought, after he'd ate his web and wandered back off to find Ichiro again, was that its home looked like... A mess. Things had changed. It no longer recognised some of the pathways, and for a mind as underdeveloped as its own, that had spelled trouble rather quickly. His four eyes flicker anxiously around the unfamiliar terrain. It smells of heat and ash and smoke, and it doesn't like it. It hurts his nose.
"Hello?" It calls out, his voice warbly and strained. It's so young, not used to stress like this. Why can't he find his way home? "Helloooo? Is anyone there? Ryosuke is lost!" It tries again. And again. And again...
But sleeping for days on end, like this? Even for Ryosuke, that was odd. Sleeping through a volcanic eruption was even odder. He remembered, distantly, that it'd told Ichiro he was gonna go for a nap, 'cus it'd started getting snappy, and then he'd wandered off into the forests beside the Hawit River System, crafted itself a little nest of web, and hit the sack. Hadn't expected to sleep for days. Hadn't expected to wake up to... This, either.
The first thing he thought, after he'd ate his web and wandered back off to find Ichiro again, was that its home looked like... A mess. Things had changed. It no longer recognised some of the pathways, and for a mind as underdeveloped as its own, that had spelled trouble rather quickly. His four eyes flicker anxiously around the unfamiliar terrain. It smells of heat and ash and smoke, and it doesn't like it. It hurts his nose.
"Hello?" It calls out, his voice warbly and strained. It's so young, not used to stress like this. Why can't he find his way home? "Helloooo? Is anyone there? Ryosuke is lost!" It tries again. And again. And again...
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* I'm so sick of seventeen,
where's my fuckin' teenage dream?
if someone tells me one more time,
"enjoy your youth" i'm gonna cry! *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
where's my fuckin' teenage dream?
if someone tells me one more time,
"enjoy your youth" i'm gonna cry! *:・゚✧*:・゚✧