Prismatica RP

[ It's late and Sinistra appears to be sitting outside, likely in front of his residence, barely lit by his comm device's screen. His shirt is off and there's a hint of pink on the peaks of his shoulders and the length of his nose. He hasn't mastered the art of sunscreen yet and he's no good with the heat. There has probably been a great effort by the people that know him to convince him his shirt has to stay on despite his sweating.

He is picking at the flaking skin on his nose, frowning as he speaks. He keeps his voice low. He doesn't really want the Archangel coming out and bugging him right now though he knows he's going to get some snidey response from him in the morning for this. That's how they work, isn't it? ]

If your body has been changed or if your body is 'newly given' to you in this world... how are you coping? When you have to generate chroma with others - however that may be - do you feel... disconnected from them, in some way? Do you feel you are being touched, or do you feel displaced from that touch? Does it feel foreign or is it a comfort?

[ His hand moves from his nose, thankfully, to rest against his own throat as he shuts his eyes. ]

How 'connected' do you feel to someone by holding their hand... or by being embraced... or even by fighting them? Does it feel 'real' or does it feel... strange? Dreamlike?

I am trying to gauge... what is normal... and if what I feel is strange. If this absent feeling is another form of sickness in me.

[ The voice in the recording sounds unsure if he's really being recorded. He's not unfamiliar with technology, but he hasn't really interacted with it ever. It's a raspy, quiet tone: Similar to his brother's, but more monotonous. ]

If I wanted... a chess board... how do I find one?

Is that another thing that you 'buy'? For the fruit... I needed to buy it... but before, the nurses brought us the board and pieces.

I want to play with my little brother again. Like that time.