ky’lar was always up for jobs — even when he was in moods that he wanted to stay away from everyone on earth. if he got his mind to something, he could work out a solution to the problem, and do what was needed. of course, the idea of a job – from reaper of all people – caused an eyebrow to lift, “ ‘an that would be?”
“then tell him to stop poking me.”
“…. stop it.”
he didn’t need to eat. nor did he feel that he needed to. once ky learned he didn’t need to have food, he decided to avoid it at all costs, and focus on everything else. sure, it may not have been the best way for him to live, but it was the easiest. “— why do you even care?” rather, it was his own personal way of requesting the subject be dropped.
“— really grant?” part of him wanted to avoid it all together – to have acted like he ignored him. to go on with the rest of his night with out having to deal with what he wanted. sadly enough, he didn’t have that luxury, “get one yourself.” or, in other words, it was ky’s own way of saying he was far too unmotivated to give his brother anything. let alone a few seconds of his time for something so idiotic.
“don’t make me answer that.” rather, he didn’t feel that he needed to answer that idiotic question. he may not have been completely decent, but the color of one’s hair didn’t have anything to do with who a person was or what they could accomplish.
“see, you can listen once in a while.” it wasn’t that ky didn’t want company… it was just easier to keep himself away from everyone. that way, he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of his actions nor the consequences.
sleep wasn’t needed. nor food. nor relaxation. he could live with out them. a reason to why the moment he learned he didn’t need them… he stopped doing them. sometimes he would sleep if it was needed, but he rarely did so. possibly a reason to why his vessels always looked warn out. “don’t need it,” he replied bluntly. “i’m fine.”
he knew that she wouldn’t understand; no one really understood what he had to do. sometimes, he could resist doing anything drastic by simply staying away from others, but even then… it never was a full solution. sometimes, he had to take more drastic action, and lock himself away in a cool room – if that didn’t help, he started using a knife. something that didn’t hurt him too much – he would HEAL, but it eased his urges. so, he didn’t think a few cuts would really hurt anyone. well, other than himself.
“i said don’t worry about me, ed. i’m fine.”
“do you really want to go down that route?” he didn’t care of someone bit him. it would all heal eventually. or so he thought at least.
Hellfirebound 