Out of Sight, Out of Mind | INVITE Apr 27, 2019 18:44:16 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Apr 27, 2019 18:44:16 GMT -6
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
Chromo felt tired. He felt tired for awhile. The bug figured he came down with some "food poisoning" thing, as the Earthlings called it, coupled with an upset stomach and occasional hurling. He felt fine now that he'd calmed down, and the emotional stress of facing his problems had passed. Just... tired. The hyperactive pep in his step had long since vanished. He'd been moving around the planet for who knew how long, drifting from one place to another to spend the night. He wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Something in him was restless, desperately longing and screaming for something. He didn't like being passed by- being a squishable bug to so many others. Right now, though, he was just too tired to think about that emptiness.
He finally managed to dig up a proper blanket of the sort. It was a torn curtain from a cottage he passed on his way here, but it would do. He heard the hustle and bustle of cars passing. West City's spires were just barely visible from this distance from the planet-wide roadway. The beetle had huddled himself into a fallen construction barrel, watching the cars nearby pass in blurs. The sky had darkened to an inky black. There wasn't a star to be spotted above.
The beetle huffed, sipping the last drops in a can of Sproot he'd been hanging onto before crumpling it and throwing it out of hiding. The can bonked against a pile of other wrappers before the wind scattered the litter into the road. Chromo just turned his gaze away, nestling his head against his shelled body and closing his eyes. The curtain he stole was a nice change to his usual rests. It didn't provide warmth- the sheet was far too thin- but it made him feel more... at home? He didn't know the word for it.
For once, he appreciated the quiet air, being all on his lonesome, in some strange way. His little heart still screamed for attention, to find someone, but he couldn't risk to follow that plea. Chromo just yawned again, shuffling in his hidey-hole. Maybe tomorrow he'd try and find a soda machine to snack on- if he could manage to fall asleep...