04-02-2020, 04:35 PM
Blits had toned down his sporadic searching nature as of late. Toned down for several reasons. The first was that he had worn himself out, so tired that he hadn't even noticed someone trying to pull something off him until he actually was in pain. The second was because he'd tried kicking a rock, and wandering around with one of his two feet out of condition was far from an easy feat. His foot had gotten better thanks to him not putting enough force into the kick to fracture or break anything, but putting weight on it was as far from pleasure as being electrocuted. Maybe not that extreme, but pain was never something Blits was good at gauging. Many things he was not good at grasping due to the fried state of his mind, but attempts were made and many of them fell flat.
Humans were a norm where Blits came from. He was married to one, after all. He wasn't in the same world where his beloved and other half was, and where all his knowledge came from. Blits' knowledge was very narrow. Dealing with monsters, teaching monsters how to fly, and operating a wind generator were all very niche. However, things such as sweeping, mopping, and cooking barely helped him stay alive when there was no husband there to keep Blits' overall stupidity from getting him killed. Knowing about sub sandwiches, oddly enough, fell into his narrow knowledge. "What kind of sub?" The vibrant Sinornithosaurus questioned as he approached. He figured that, from what he heard, Michael had already addressed the important part that he was allowed to inquire about what Blits deemed the more important part. He could make sub sandwiches! As long as the bread for such a thing was around. Orange eyes briefly dazed off while he tried to recall if he had even seen sub sandwich bread around, snapping back to attention a few seconds later.
Humans were a norm where Blits came from. He was married to one, after all. He wasn't in the same world where his beloved and other half was, and where all his knowledge came from. Blits' knowledge was very narrow. Dealing with monsters, teaching monsters how to fly, and operating a wind generator were all very niche. However, things such as sweeping, mopping, and cooking barely helped him stay alive when there was no husband there to keep Blits' overall stupidity from getting him killed. Knowing about sub sandwiches, oddly enough, fell into his narrow knowledge. "What kind of sub?" The vibrant Sinornithosaurus questioned as he approached. He figured that, from what he heard, Michael had already addressed the important part that he was allowed to inquire about what Blits deemed the more important part. He could make sub sandwiches! As long as the bread for such a thing was around. Orange eyes briefly dazed off while he tried to recall if he had even seen sub sandwich bread around, snapping back to attention a few seconds later.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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