All on Display / All Aboard His thoughts are foggy and listless as he's examined, his clothes confiscated. He flusters, unused to having his skin bared for anyone to see but himself in the dark. The clothes he's given are laughable, but if he wants to regulate his temperature, it's what he'll deal with.
He doesn't stay indoors long, however, and finds himself on the train, staring listlessly at his bare lap. With such see-through clothing, his scars are all on display, crossing his flesh over and over and only sparing his groin, inner thighs, nipples, and from the neck upward. His hands cover his lap for modesty, but he does nothing other than observe his surroundings with a listless gaze.
He's not really paying much attention to the tour, too focused on not making eye contact with people. His fingers twiddle together over and over, incessantly.
As the next stop is reached, he looks up in reflex, around at the people getting on and off, reflexively checking for danger. Finding none, he crosses one leg over the other, tightly, and taps his foot to the floor.
A person's scent curls close to him as someone sits down, and he reflexively shifts away, only to bump into someone on the opposite side.
"Ah! Sorry. I didn't-- I'm sorry."
His cheeks burn and he doesn't make eye contact, but he does glance over at the person, staring at their mouth to check their expression that way. His ever-changing irises take on the person's lip and skin colors as a result.
Rain Rain Go Away (CW: tentacles, aphro) When Glenn's clothing is mercifully returned to him, it's with great relief that he can cover himself again. It's enough to make him want to smile.
Out and about, he doesn't bother with using his umbrella as the rain strikes his hair and drips down his scalp. It's nice to feel something that he hasn't caused himself. Enough that he finds a little place out of the way of most people to just stand and enjoy it, his hair taking on the faint scent of wet fur and feathers and something distinctly other.
But it feels pretty good. Enough that he's getting chills and feeling warmer underneath the pseudo leather-latex flightsuit he's wearing. Instead of using the umbrella he's carrying to cover his head, he uses it to cover the area in front of his groin, but it can't quite hide the fact that there's more than just a dick there - there are thin, worm-like things squirming under the stretchy material. Some reach as high as his hipbones, curling around it.
Maybe he should take a walk? But the rain feels good on his head.... It would be weird to not cover his head with the umbrella while he walked, right?
But it feels good. It's a small pleasure that he hasn't felt in some months.
Unfortunately, he doesn't notice that his flightsuit is slowly dissolving. Oops!
Wildcard/Other [Please feel free to come at me with something you want to do instead! I'm open to being PMed, or you can also message me privately or ping me on plurk @ thekt!
[As an aside, feel free to switch to your preferred writing format if you wish; I'll match. :) I'm definitely open to all of the prompts, but just don't know what to go with for them. That said, he can definitely be someone who is targeting by thieves, or someone who stands up against them, depending on what you want! Most of his powers are nerfed in compliance with the setting.]
Glenn Sparks | scifi original character (tentacle creature) | OTA (Dominant)
His thoughts are foggy and listless as he's examined, his clothes confiscated. He flusters, unused to having his skin bared for anyone to see but himself in the dark. The clothes he's given are laughable, but if he wants to regulate his temperature, it's what he'll deal with.
He doesn't stay indoors long, however, and finds himself on the train, staring listlessly at his bare lap. With such see-through clothing, his scars are all on display, crossing his flesh over and over and only sparing his groin, inner thighs, nipples, and from the neck upward. His hands cover his lap for modesty, but he does nothing other than observe his surroundings with a listless gaze.
He's not really paying much attention to the tour, too focused on not making eye contact with people. His fingers twiddle together over and over, incessantly.
As the next stop is reached, he looks up in reflex, around at the people getting on and off, reflexively checking for danger. Finding none, he crosses one leg over the other, tightly, and taps his foot to the floor.
A person's scent curls close to him as someone sits down, and he reflexively shifts away, only to bump into someone on the opposite side.
"Ah! Sorry. I didn't-- I'm sorry."
His cheeks burn and he doesn't make eye contact, but he does glance over at the person, staring at their mouth to check their expression that way. His ever-changing irises take on the person's lip and skin colors as a result.
Rain Rain Go Away (CW: tentacles, aphro)
When Glenn's clothing is mercifully returned to him, it's with great relief that he can cover himself again. It's enough to make him want to smile.
Out and about, he doesn't bother with using his umbrella as the rain strikes his hair and drips down his scalp. It's nice to feel something that he hasn't caused himself. Enough that he finds a little place out of the way of most people to just stand and enjoy it, his hair taking on the faint scent of wet fur and feathers and something distinctly other.
But it feels pretty good. Enough that he's getting chills and feeling warmer underneath the pseudo leather-latex flightsuit he's wearing. Instead of using the umbrella he's carrying to cover his head, he uses it to cover the area in front of his groin, but it can't quite hide the fact that there's more than just a dick there - there are thin, worm-like things squirming under the stretchy material. Some reach as high as his hipbones, curling around it.
Maybe he should take a walk? But the rain feels good on his head.... It would be weird to not cover his head with the umbrella while he walked, right?
But it feels good. It's a small pleasure that he hasn't felt in some months.
Unfortunately, he doesn't notice that his flightsuit is slowly dissolving. Oops!
Wildcard/Other
[Please feel free to come at me with something you want to do instead! I'm open to being PMed, or you can also message me privately or ping me on plurk @
[As an aside, feel free to switch to your preferred writing format if you wish; I'll match. :) I'm definitely open to all of the prompts, but just don't know what to go with for them. That said, he can definitely be someone who is targeting by thieves, or someone who stands up against them, depending on what you want! Most of his powers are nerfed in compliance with the setting.]