<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CbThKQ5.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Nevermore Lunchroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tara, OPEN<hr/>Nyx paused mid chew as their head snapped up to Tara. The pink, curly hair which had crept down below their shoulder by then suddenly snapped back to their normal pixie bob so suddenly the metamorph seemed to wince.<strong>"Yow! Emotional whiplash! Def not fun when your body actually changes depending on your emotional state.</strong>Rubbing their scalp a bit, they turned the book over to set it facedown and peered curiously at their sandiwch,<strong>"Uh, yeah~~ It's frickin delicious. Adds some texture and saltiness to the filling. School cafs tend to underseason food due to health codes and such."</strong>They motioned the sandwich to Tara if they wanted to give it a try. Sharing was caring after all.<strong>"And am I seriously getting food critiques from the girl with a big pile of meat on their plate?"</strong><br/><br/>Nyx giggled at the play on words, unintentional, but looked baldly at the pile of coldcuts that had been meant for a sandwich. Blinking a bit, they realized they didn't exactly know Tara's situation. Not wholly. Looking up at the negative version of a normally colored human being, they cocked their head to the side.<strong>"And, yes, I am talking to my book. Me and Mary are old friends. I don't know. Something about the monster jives with me. So beautiful yet misunderstood. The poetry, the darkness. The torch-wielding mob."</strong>They paused as they considered it slowly then shrugged,<strong>"But, no, me and normies don't mix. Not with my features being the roulette wheel they are. Normies know outcasts exist, but seeing it doesn't play well. The sound of howling werewolves, a vamps fangs, and a shapeshifter changing forms in the open freak them out. So, if I go out, I've got to focus on keeping myself stable instead of the sloppy mess I normally manage. That's exhausting. Like, a physical manifestation of introverted energy? Heh, normal shapeshifters have fewer problems that a lot of Outcasts though. Their forms tend to be far more stable. It has to do witrh a stongly held sense of identity. And a ritual that reinforces that. Still, we're a lot more fluid that most other mortals. I'm just at the extreme end of the spectrum of my type. Identity issues coming out my ears and such. I mean, I know who I am, but part of who I am is fluid. Eh?"</strong>The noncommital noise at the end seemed to express in equal amounts frustration, acceptance, and 'the fuck can you do' vibes. They cocked their head to the side to regard the heavily pierced woman.<br/><br/><strong>"Why the curiosity? I never did get much of your story if you wanted to share a bit. I'm a good listener, promise!"</strong>Smiling happily, the ears at the side of their head actually grew a bit and wiggled even as the changeling giggled lightly. They took another crunchy, noisy bite of their sandwich.