Noah hasn't existed in days. He doesn't realize it's been days, because time doesn't mean much to him. It's hard to keep track when you're randomly corporeal, when you don't eat three meals a day, when you don't sleep.
He doesn't mean to be gone so long, but he also doesn't want to exist, and the need not to overwhelms him.
When he does return, he knows it isn't the same day he disappeared because the weather has changed. It's no longer rainy or damp, the ground is dry without a hint of past rainfall. The sun is low in the sky. How many days has he missed? He feels a surge of guilt and worry.
He searches for Krem, and appears right in front of him, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Cremisius," he starts to say, like a plea. Like an apology.
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Date: 2015-10-07 10:50 pm (UTC)He doesn't mean to be gone so long, but he also doesn't want to exist, and the need not to overwhelms him.
When he does return, he knows it isn't the same day he disappeared because the weather has changed. It's no longer rainy or damp, the ground is dry without a hint of past rainfall. The sun is low in the sky. How many days has he missed? He feels a surge of guilt and worry.
He searches for Krem, and appears right in front of him, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Cremisius," he starts to say, like a plea. Like an apology.