Plexus Kingsford knows the whispers from others before he came to the Coalition. They mostly ceased once he joined, no longer the lone doctor. His own murmurs in his head quieted, only rearing their ugly tones when things are stressful. Not that anyone knew about them, but still.
The large forest cat stretched, the paint on his face dried and tacky, as he gingerly took his mask off and started on cleaning it. The face paint sometimes tried to stain or stuck to the leather mask. The Guru lightly hummed as he very carefully cleaned the leather and treated it. He thinks, to himself in a heartbeat of contentment, that he is happy and doesn't regret joining the group. A few friends, actually able to speak sometimes, and not like he's freezing from loneliness.
Lex is living instead of surviving.
The large forest cat stretched, the paint on his face dried and tacky, as he gingerly took his mask off and started on cleaning it. The face paint sometimes tried to stain or stuck to the leather mask. The Guru lightly hummed as he very carefully cleaned the leather and treated it. He thinks, to himself in a heartbeat of contentment, that he is happy and doesn't regret joining the group. A few friends, actually able to speak sometimes, and not like he's freezing from loneliness.
Lex is living instead of surviving.
PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD