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John could only sit in silence, messing with his blanket. He knew he should probably be sleeping since it was fairly late, but he just.. couldn't. Ever since he had joined this ragtag team of adventurers only weeks ago, he had become infatuated with a particular mage, known as Chat. Something about them was so.. mystifying, that he could only beg to know more about them.
Chat was an odd sort, as odd as they could be compared to their teammates anyway. They were always muttering, talking to themselves. other times they would flat out yell into the sky, to someone named ‘dad’, whoever that was, if anyone at all.. Even their voice sounded like a crowd of people, an odd, inconsistent hum of different pitches and tones. As indecisive as they were, they were always sure about wanting new robes or wanting to eat. They’d yell “Abuse!” occasionally, but he wasn’t so sure why.
John looked at Chat, who was just across from him, sleeping. They shuffled once or twice, and he could hear the occasional mutter or two. Their mask would slip a bit, but they would quickly fix it, it was almost robotic how quickly and easily they fixed their mask, never letting it slip off. John could only wonder what Chat had behind their mask, what stunning features they might be hiding. Maybe if he was close with them, they would show him. He licked his lips, they got dry much quicker then he would like, maybe he should invest in some chapstick..
He shook his head, finally laying down, whatever he wanted to do, he could do it tomorrow. Maybe he could ask Dread about Chat? Or would Iwandie be better? He shook his head and shut his eyes, it was too much to think about, he just wanted to rest. As John drifted off however, there was only one thing he had in mind..
He had to get to know them better.