05-02-2018, 01:25 PM
As August wandered over, his eyes widened a bit. Two familiar figures stood amongst the souls, chatting to each other as they walked around and looked at everything. He could feel as their gazes fell onto him, and he could feel a pain in his chest as they looked away without recognising him. It hurt bad enough already to know that they had, indeed, died sometime after his own death. But for them not to even recognise him? August didn't think he looked that much different from how he had before.
His ears lowered and he trotted around for a few moments, hazy eyes slowly picking apart the crowd of ghosts. Perhaps he'd be able to find his real family, but if his friends had not recognised him he doubted that anyone from his herd would either. When he hadn't seen any of them, he let out a small, disappointed huff and turned to grab some food.
August carefully held a pastry in his mouth, trying his best not to bite into it yet. He glanced around and made his way over to Cry; she looked lonely, and August didn't want the first person he'd met here to be lonely. Slowly, he kneeled down and then flopped into a sitting position on the ground next to her. He bit half of the pastry off and dropped the other half infront of Cry.
As he chewed it he realised it didn't really.. Taste like anything. And he still wasn't hungry. He'd already started eating it, though, so August forced himself to swallow it. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze up to the sky. "Hello. Do you not like this? You look sad."
"SPEECH"