no subject

[ what a question. he’s not used to being asked. ever since he became an adult or whatever this body is, he’s been forced to be self-reliant. his mother died only months ago, when he was no taller than her knees, and he’s still learning what he needs to navigate the larger world. he had almost had it figured out, landing here and being among such a diverse population, but things have been thrown all out of whack once again.

physical needs, at least, he can address. ]

…I’m kinda hungry.

[ not starving, because he can manage, but he’s certainly lost the relative luxury of the manor. ]

And my hair feels gross. I haven’t really been able to wash it.