- Dec 1, 2022
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YOU CAN BE YOU - I CAN BE ME
oddkit | 02 months | agender | they/them/it/its | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #ffdb58
The sun beats down overhead, and yet it does nothing to thaw the chill of the mid-morning breeze. A shiver wracks the child's body, and slowly eyes open wide to blink up at a blurry world. Frost and snow dust the ground around them, and it takes a moment for the kit to realize exactly where here is.
It seems it has fallen asleep in the middle of camp. It thinks it remembers something about 'go and play with the other kits' and 'just don't be a nuisance' before being unceremoniously shoed away. They hadn't bothered to do so - getting their rest was more important after all. It didn't matter to them where they slept, not really, so long as they got their 12 hours of rest. Or more. They'd really prefer more.
It stretches and rolls about, limbs flailing as they snap and crack from sleeping in such an awkward position and place. Tumbling over and onto unsteady paws, mismatched gaze flits about once more - this time to find something new to occupy it's time. Ungraceful and bumbling, the tumble of limbs makes its way over to the nearest figure, eager to 'make friends' - or at the very least, pester them. With steps much to big and stiff, they toddle right on over - oblivious to the looks of concern and confusion thrown their way.
It tips it's head to the side, peering at the figure with owlish gaze. "What doin? Oddkit is bored,"