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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 4:46 pm
Shiloh being out at ungodly hours wasn't anything new or unusual. Sometimes it was because of his dad, sometimes he was just restless. On occasion, it was because he had a hankering for donuts or doritos or icees, and there was a twenty-four hour 7/11 a few blocks from his house, and it was just too damn tempting.
So, plastic bag full of sweets and junk food, Shiloh exited the store with a loud slurp from his icee. It'd be gone within minutes, but that part didn't really matter to him too much. Nestling the bag handle into the crook of his arm, he dug out his cell phone.
Quote: to: Jamie ★★ u awke i got donut wllng 2 share w/ u wink
He snorted to himself, half expecting a response and half hoping not to get one. Jamie being asleep was a good thing, and he'd have more to himself if that was the case. Still didn't mean he wouldn't text his best friend like that.
He started wandering off, letting his feet lead him around town without really waiting for a response. The night was still young after all, and he had what he ventured out for.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2016 3:23 am
"It has human food," someone says behind him. "It must know human food." "No no no if that were true then WE would know human food." "Yes but it is a human humans know their own food hel lo duh." "Duh!!" There are brief sounds of a scuffle, and then something about knee-height collides with the backs of Shiloh's knees. When he turns around, there are three tiny… things… behind him. Kinda like raccoons, if raccoons came with cornsilk-blond hair and big wheat-gold eyes. "Hi human will you come? We have food questions. Please come answer food questions."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:17 pm
Shiloh stopped when he heard murmuring behind him, ignoring the sensation of his hair standing on end. The back of his neck itched.
When ******** collided into his legs, Shiloh spun around very quickly, nearly dropping his precious cargo in the process. Had the creatures been any bigger, he probably would have.
As it was, they looked hilariously harmless and small. Shiloh sort of knew better than to doubt these weird happenings, because they were definitely Otherworld related, but well... look at them.
"Huh?" his voice came out sounding like gravel, gasping as he came off of a much too long icee slurp. Maybe he was just oxygen starved? Hallucinating? Nah, he knew better than that.
"What the hell does "food questions" even mean?" Food, you ate it, there wasn't a whole lot to it. "What the ******** even are you?" He made the (probably) mistake of kneeling down for a better look. He could fight them, probably, if they turned out to be evil and destructive weapons of mass destruction. "I ain't sharin' my s**t if that's what you punk-asses are askin."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 1:44 am
"Don't want your s**t," squeaks one of them, wringing its paws before it. "Wanna know what about food. How it makes? How it flavors? Strange human science. Doesn't work right! Please come answer question about human food science."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 1:18 pm
Shiloh slurped on his icee, surprisingly nonchalant now as the creatures spoke in broken sentences. These things needed an grammar lesson before a science one, jesus.
"I mean, I dunno, there isn't a whole lot to it." he told the raccoons, weighing his pros and cons here. His most recent brush with anything unnatural had been that women in the school, and while it didn't seem to be affecting him much...
"...Whatever, alright. But I still ain't sharin', y'hear?" Shiloh rose back up, straightening his legs. He could take them if they tried anything funny. Probably.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 1:56 pm
"'Kay," says one of the raccoon creatures. "You come tomorrow! Come to tell us about food science!" One of them skitters forward and paps Shiloh on the knee with one little scrappy claw. He knows where to go to meet with the little raccoon things, and when to go there.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 4:16 pm
This is absolutely bizarre, but Shiloh supposed most things these days are now.
"Yeah yeah, whatever..." He rolled his eyes, only for them to shoot open wide with a start when the raccoon touched his leg. It was weird, feeling memories and notions and thoughts suddenly inside of his head. Intrusive, actually.
Tomorrow. 3:33AM. Park at Oak Street. Got it. shibrogane i just made??? s**t up idk if you had a legit location thought out LOL i can change it if so
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