dark flopped back into his chair, his head pounding as he checked the time. shoving himself out of chair, he stumbled towards the door, his aura shifting heavily. a loud ringing surrounding him, echoing off the walls of his room. he took a deep breath, the ringing in his ears subsiding to a dull throb. walking down the hall to the library, the two other people clashed inside his head, who were visibly seen from a few feet away. stepping into the library, he released the ringing. -chasinganon

Host winced when the sharp ringing pierced his ears. Dark must be in the library, and he must be rather stressed. He whined, burying his face in his arms. He didn’t feel like having to deal with it. But the ringing hurt.

So he sat up, stretching, before climbing off the bed. He debated for a moment, before deciding to walk, quietly tapping his way to the door and opening it.
“Mmhh… Dark?”, he didn’t feel like talking.

ah yes please-! whenever you are ready.. -chasinganon

Host didn’t like to not be in control. He wanted to be aware of what was happening, of what was going to happen, or could happen. He didn’t want to be vulnerable, or even taken advantage of.

But sometimes, the stress got too much. The visions got too much. The narration got too much. And then, when he felt safe in his room, right by the library, he switched off.

Curled up on his bed, wearing an oversized sweater instead of his coat, he was resting. Cute soft cat ears adorned his head, a soft golden collar around his neck -which could pass as a regular accesoire- and a fitting tail clipped to his pants. He even had fingerless mittens, with paws on them.