TAKE IT AND RUN // joining

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]When Con came to, he instantly felt like something was off. Firstly, the child noted the distorted colours around him: hues and shades of green as well as hints of white in the sky he could only assume where clouds. He hoped they were clouds, common sense told him they were clouds. Another thing to note was the soft pounding in his head that caused his ears to ring; the sounds around him were faint and a calmed but annoying hush. He was more than tempted to shout at them to speak up, but he knew despite his best efforts chances are they wouldn't comply. Biting down on his lip, he lifted his paw and pressed it to his temple to try and focus on something, anything. He would have trained his thoughts on what he was doing previously, but he just can't seem to remember. Is this what a hangover feels like? Ah, but alcohol should have no effect on a demon - he couldn't quite grasp it. Blinking his eyes, he rubbed them before watching as the world came into focus and his hearing came back.

This place definitely wasn't the Exiles. Where was he? Why was he here? Did I manage to get my stupid-ass kidnapped and drugged? How lame. Con thought to himself, heaving his heavy body to a sitting position. Back slouched and head hanging between his shoulders, he gave himself a shake before looking around for any sign of life - or at least someone he could get some answers from. His breathing was heavy as his tired and clueless expression eroded away, leaving behind his usual annoyed glare. He was still uneasy about the fact he has no recollection of what could have possibly put him in such a troublesome situation, but it seems as though his memory about everything else is crystal. Odd.

He was on foreign soil, turned about and also not feeling very demon-y. He pressed his paws to his face, then his chest and limps. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary there. Maybe he looked different? Sighing softly, he conjured- no, never mind. He did not conjure a mirror. Why didn't it work? He's mastered that power to the point where he could summon several things at one time. It should have worked. Digging his claws into the ground, Con furrowed his brows and tried once more, then again, and another time before coming to the conclusion that not only does he not know where he is, he doesn't remember how he got there, his powers seem to be gone and if he was going on this logic, he wasn't a demon anymore. There was too much for his brain to process let alone register the fact he had came to inside the border's of another clan.

Falling back onto his side, he glared up at the sky, tail tip twitching irritably back and forth before he sighed softly.

"F*ck."
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/14/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» nine months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it
» bestfriends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour.

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» english accent
» doesn't like physical contact from strangers/individuals he dislikes
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3[/spoiler]

[cyrus]

Cyrus hadn't enjoyed the idea of 'valentine's day' until now.

Okay, a little rewind. Cyrus had been.. especially down as of late. While, true, he'd found his grandfather here, he had also left behind one of the few things that brought him joy in the world. Today on the border, when he caught the initial mindset had been 'protect your new home,' which he had been fully prepared to do except -

Except that he froze up when faced with the intruder, blinking rapid fire at the familiar face. His eyes had welled up with excited tears as he sprinted towards Con in a messy, clumsy run that almost ended very badly not once, not twice, but three times. He skidded to a sloppy halt in front of him, opening and closing his mouth like a guppy in his inability to find words.

Finally, this place felt like home.

["speaking"]["actions"]

[Leo]

"name and business?" Leo narrowed his eyes in a lame track post.

[FARE]

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[size=8pt][font=verdana]so it seemed like more of the others from her old homeland had been appearing more and more frequently. hm. this was indeed interesting, so fare would find herself stalking forward, ears pricked forward as she came to rest by leo. she didn't say anything, just stared at the other, head tilted to the right.

.

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[spoiler= eyes wide open ★ feb 5][size=8pt][font=verdana]general ; "i'm about to make my way, heaven help me"
★ fare xerses | formerly known as farewellpaw + selector | female [ she/her ]
physically 12 months | mentally 24 months | birthday unknown | ages at roleplayer's discretion
member of windclan and shadowclan
daisysteps x bubblebreath | generation 3 | xerses divinius gaudius
bisexual | biromantic | no crush | single [open]

appearance ; "this dream burns inside me"
★ coyote | wears a glittering silver chain around her neck
fare is a small coyote, dark in appearance with hints of silver around her face. curious golden eyes peer out at the world, round black pupils within them. she seems to be smaller than the average coyote, almost appearing underfed when it's really just her genetics. she can almost always be seen with a smile on her face. [ reference ].

personality ; "and i can't just let it go!"
★ mbti personality: ENTP-T
— quiet, polite, cheery, optimistic, dreamer, intuitive, energetic, outgoing, motherly, determined, sometimes sarcastic, caring, secretly manipulative, opportunist
fare likes getting her way, and she isn't afraid to try and manipulate someone in order to get things the way she wants them to be. she'll often take walks or runs in order to burn off energy and will ask someone if she can help them with something if she comes across the opportunity. however, she's very insecure, cynical, and bitter inside and is very scared that everyone is going to find out.

interaction ; "there's still so much that i don't know"
★ medium physically | difficult mentally | attack in #41845E
thinks that fighting is a necessary evil on the outside but on the inside, she loves it | will initiate fights
will fight back | will not flee | will not surrender unless under dire circumstances
will capture | will torture | will kill
some training | has medical knowledge
power — un / discovered — control of power: xxx%
power — un / discovered — control of power: xxx%[/spoiler]

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"]Gradually, his hearing started to improve and he began to feel his once depleted strength return to his muscles in small, but swift portions. First his arms, then his hind legs and eventually, the English tom was able to pick his head up and roll over to his side with ease. Once he was ale to accomplish such basic actions, he rose to his paws, glanced around once more before falling to his back and staring up at the clouds. If a bystander saw him, they'd assume he was cloud gazing, but from the stoic and slightly troubled expression on his face, it was obvious he was deep in thought. Just how would one propose he'd get back? He's been disappearing too much and he doesn't want to make it a habit. What was he going to tell Katherine? What about Cyrus? In the times that he's left, bad things happened to both individuals and if he could help it, he wanted to avoid allowing them to go through such dire situations without support. They were his only two friends after all. So no mater what, he had to get back to them-

Blinking hard, his tail bristled ever so slightly when he heard the sound of pawsteps advanced towards him in an alarming rate. Maybe it was some child running past him? The scent was definitely feline, domestic at that. If he doesn't look up, it won't promote interaction and they'd hopefully leave him alone. If it was someone who sought to cause him harm. he'd lower their self confidence by acting like h doesn't care, thus defusing the threat, even by a fraction. Part of him hoped it was the latter. He was itching for a fight to release some stress. Maybe it was his kidnappers coming back to apologize? That would be interesting, wouldn't it? Of course he wouldn't accepted it. If they had asked the tabby nicely, he might have been more inclined to follow them. The erratic beating of the paws hitting the ground sounded clumsy and lacked experience if the individual had plans on attacking him.

Lifting up his limbs in the air, he stretched carelessly before abruptly stopping. Wait, he knew that scent. Before he had time to push himself to his paws, Cyrus was standing before him an expression of shock on his face as he tried to find something to say. Unlike Cyrus though, Con was completely speechless. His pupils were large and he blinked a few times every so often to prove to himself he wasn't dreaming. He opened his mouth but closed it and opened it again before laughing excitedly and going to hug him. "Cyrus! What are you doing here?" He purred happily, wrapping his arms around his neck. There was a pause in his voice, before he pulled away and looked around before turning his attention back on him. "Actually mate, where the f*ck is here anyways?" It hadn't occurred to him the day of his arrival was Valentine's Day, but the thought will come across his mind eventually.

Grinning at his love, he turned when Leo joined them and all happiness seemed to leak from his face as he interacted with the stranger. Arms still wrapped around Cyrus, his eyes narrowed moderately before he replied, a hint of defiance in his otherwise monotone voice. "Confinedpaw Abraxus and as for my business, I'm with this one." It was implied he was speaking about Cyrus and he felt that was a valid answer seeing as he doesn't know where he is but he's willing to follow the cream feline anywhere. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes where if stared at hard enough, gears could be seen turning as he thought for a second. "Pardon me, I'm here to join." He added, removing his arms and dropping down to a siting position close to Cyrus. Now it was clear to him that he was in clan territory and because they didn't question the tom beside him, he's a regular around here. Either he visits often or he lives here, whichever one may be, he is granted access into the group. He was going to take that bit of information and run with it, he'll ask questions later.

Keeping his stoic, borderline annoyed glare on his face, it was hard to tell he was previously emitting waves upon waves of joy. Although, through small notes to body language - such as the way his claws dug into the earth or the way his tail tip continuously twitched - he was elated about the situation. Shifting his eyes to look at Fare, he raised a single brow in response to her arrival before looking back at Leo.

[ that's it. all my muse for this month is gone. i used it all up cx ]
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/14/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it
» bestfriends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour.

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» english accent
» doesn't like physical contact from strangers/individuals he dislikes
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3[/spoiler]

[cyrus]

Cyrus purred when Con wrapped him in the hug. This was.. good. Okay, he felt on top of the world right now, but the feeling he exuded was muted happiness over the reunion. Despite the longevity, and of course sporadic nature of their encounters, he never felt separate from Confinedpaw, always finding comfort in the warm embrace that greeted him. "I'm living here! I don't know exactly what happened, but I ended up here," he explained, rubbing his cheek along Con's. 

"Well.. It's Shadowclan, but not the one we know. A new one," he explained. He grinned a small grin at Con, unable to completely contain his excitement over the newest prospective member of his new home. He turned his head as Leo walked up, thoroughly displeased at the interruption. He could feel a defensive heat rise in his throat at the questioning, but he forced it down knowing it was just precaution - you know, despite their entangled state.

A strangled whine escaped his mouth as Con peeled himself off and instead simply sat near him - all he wanted was to hold Con, although surely there would be plenty of time for that now that they were in the same place again. Cyrus was sure he could find a blanket for them to share somewhere within the territory, although if he couldn't he did know that Con was far from offended by his fluffy coat. "We should head to camp soon, you won't believe who's here! Circusclown is here," he started, and then trailed off. "Oh.. and uh, Miles is here too.." he mumbled, looking away. He knew that Con knew what had happened between he and Miles, given the heart to heart they had had back in the Exiles, but wasn't exactly sure how Con would act when living with him.

[i love our sons]

["speaking"]["actions"]

[confinedfreedom a.]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:490px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;font-family:georgia;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][ our sons are rather a+ if i do say so myself ]

As Cyrus spoke up to answer his inquiry, his attention was instantly snatched from Leo as he turned his head to look at him. Bi-coloured eyes seeming beginning to glow, he purred happily when he confirmed that he lived here. So, that meant he made the right decision in joining this Shadowclan as the cream tom refereed to it. If this was Shadowclan, that meant they weren't far from home then. He opened his mouth to say exactly that, but closed it when he added he woke up here as well and that this Shadowclan isn't like the other Shadowclan. Eyes narrowing in confusion, he glanced around once more before looking back at him. "A new one?" He echoed, his accent held a bit of skepticism as he raised single brow. Pressing his lips together, he thought for a moment before muttering under his breath. "I understand the multiverse theorem but who would have thought we would be able to access it. That is, unless we're just in another territory somewhere else." There was a momentary pause before he shook his head and smiled at him. "Well whatever. You're here and you seem to be alright, so that's all I care about." He meowed calmly, still mindful of the other two individuals who had joined them. He still wasn't a fan of publicly displaying his affection, but just because this time was special, he was going to overlook it.

The adoration in his eyes soon dulled down at the mention of Circusclown and he instantly remembered Katherine. According to her, he betrayed her in someway. He didn't bother ask for the details to save her the pain and instead decided to change the subject. He didn't dislike Circusclown after his and Kat's talk, but the young male did choose to be more mindful of him. Plus, he was related to Cyrus and he had to be nice to his family. At least tolerate them more than he would others; it was a rule he had set for himself. He seemed so thrilled talking about him and when Cyrus seemed to grow weary of his own words, Con tilted his head to the side. What came next caused a low growl to rumble in his throat and anger briefly flashed in his eyes before disappearing. "That f*cking pyro-bastard is here too?" He meowed, forcing his voice to sound calm as his tail tip twitched in annoyance. "Tch. Whatever, I'll beat the sh*t out of him later. I'd like to get situated first. Although," he turned back to Leo and Fare before meowing. "you have my name. I'd like to know yours." He grunted, holding off on saying he doesn't really care nor does he think he'll remember it. But just to be nice anyways and to save him the trouble of having to talk to them later.
[div style="background-color:;border:;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;overflowtretch;color:#5d5c5c;"][spoiler=information × updated 02/14/17][ general ] ∞ and i swear this place was once alive
» confinedpaw abraxus | dislikes nicknames, welcome to attempt | only allows friends and family to give nicknames
» cismale | masculine pronouns | he/him
» ten months | nov. 12 | ages realistically
» panromantic, demisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
» shadowclan | [rank] | [titles]
- ex-paragon of the exiles
» mortal and hates it
- was once a demon | lost all collected souls and is sour about it
» bestfriends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries
» blackabyss x npc | 2nd generation

[ physical ] ∞ the streets all pulsed like living veins
» domestic feline [main] | health: 100% [ref.]
— average sized for his age, con's fur is short and bright white with faded sapphire tabby markings and under his eyes is a faint navy color so it appears he's always wearing eyeliner; his tail is long and slender with small paws. his nose, tongue, the insides of his ears and pads are black; his left eye is a dark violet and just above it is black snake bites and his right eye is an icy blue; both ears have diamond studs. fluids are a black-ashen colour.

[ personality ] ∞ heart was beating cars with blood
» intj | the hero
» introvert | annoyed | temperamental | easily flustered | tsundere
» all bark and bite | observant | diligent | trust issues | direct
» loyal to people, not groups | sociopathic tendencies | affectionate | awkward | bookworm
— on first glance, con is an individual that's hard to approach on friendly terms. and even if such thing is accomplished, chances are he'll turn them down and insist they walk away or get cut. if such a threat doesn't work, he'll then proceed to ignore them or remove himself from the situation. not every strong when it comes to socialization, the feline prefers to keep to himself and is often found drinking tea, up in a tree, reading a book or napping. he can be harsh due to not being able to process his or other's emotions, and even though he doesn't care most of the time, he cares about some aspect a little. once his hard inner and outer shell is broken, as well as the concrete wall surrounding his heart, he's a funny and dependable person who enjoys hugs and jamming out to heavy metal with his friends whom he's fiercely protective of.

[ powers ] ∞ the buildings breathe each time they sway
» n/a

[ interaction ] ∞ time of death, punctuated by the bells
» medium physically | hard mentally | will start fights | not very inclined to end other's fights
» open to minor injuries and plotting | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries
» attack in bold #bbeff4 | can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful acts

[ notes ] ∞ the sky turned red, then came the rain
» english accent
» doesn't like physical contact from strangers/individuals he dislikes
» fond of soft things
» not fond of children (friend's children are the only exceptions)
» always ic opinions <3
» ask.fm[/spoiler]

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Hm... How interesting.

Now obviously, Circusclown hadn't been involved with his grandson's life enough - it was obvious because he knew little of this fellow. That isn't to say he didn't remember Confinedpaw - he just didn't remember him very well. He knew of a Confinedkit - or maybe he was forgetful. Whatever the case, his son clearly had affections for him - it was plain to a blind eye he did, with how they interacted. His son just got out of a relationship with Miles, and it seemed he was already trying to suck someone elses dick - but he did remember some sort of mention of Con along the way, or maybe he was just imagining that.

Whatever the case, it seemed Cyrus wasn't going to break way from what the Disharmony family often did. Falling in love - and then, leaving him behind. It was common - any of his children or grandchildren always had that time where they fell in love, and suddenly Circusclown was once more left to his own devices. There was nothing wrong with it - it was a part of grown up, and there was no reason they shouldn't be feeling such a thing. He did always try to warn them - he said that it was dangerous to do, but then they went ahead and fell in love anyway. But then Circusclown was only making assumptions - perhaps he could retain a perfectly happy grandfather-grandson relationship, though even that was unlikely due to his own tendency to hurt family and friends. He didn't know how he managed to do it, but he did. Even though he was more often then not the person who had been treated badly, the blame was always directed to him. Everyone in The Exiles had accused him of being a traitor - but again, he was going off track.

Whatever the case, it had always been true that Circusclown was possessive over his family. It wasn't obvious that he was jealous, not always - but then again, after being abandoned so much it was only natural he felt that way. He wouldn't hurt anyone in his jealousy, but it would be more of a feeling that encouraged his self-destructive alcoholic behavior. He was only assuming the worst - that his family would leave him behind. Geez, when had he become such a pessimist? In a way, he was happy to see that Cyrus had someone to lean on - in fact, he was thrilled to see it, though it might not show. He was just wary, knowing the way Cyrus's last relationship went - he now had the glasgow smile as well, thanks to Miles. He only hoped Cyrus was being more careful - he didn't care about anything else other then his grandson's safety, he decided.

He caught the conversation about Miles, though he didn't know what to actually comment about it. Whether he should say something sarcastic, or if he should just stand there silently. Obviously neither would be a good choice, so he instead grunted. "Surprised Miles hasn't approached yet to make sarcastic remarks. I guess he's a few... Miles, away." The pun was something he'd use for ages, but anyway. He studied Confinedpaw, before raising a paw to give a very brief wave. "Confinedpaw, huh? How do you two know each other? I'm Circusclown." He asked in a genuine way, offering a friendly smile. He ought to be friendly, even if he wasn't all too sure about all of this.

[cyrus]

[cyrus: this is mine
circ: cyrus ur a hoe]

Cyrus perked as his grandfather arrived and was a little less upset about Con peeling himself off - he would never hear the end of it if his grandfather had shown up then. He was about to introduce his grandfather, but then..

That godawful pun got in the way. Cyrus narrowed his eyes at Circusclown and his tail twitched behind him - was it obvious enough that he despised puns? No point in bristling, however. He knew Con would try to hold him back from fighting family. Probably. Maybe. "He was in the Exiles, gramps. Get your head straight!" he jabbed, raising an eyebrow. Was the offhanded question of their acquaintance looking to delve into the more intimate side of the friendship - if it could even be called something as superficial as that? Almost cheekily he pressed himself closer to Con, trying to hold a level gaze with his grandfather as he rubbed his cheek along Confinedpaw's shoulder - the only time he was so open with his affection was when he felt a need to prove a point. 

["speaking"]["actions"]

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt][the name calling will happen, very soon it will]

As Cyrus gave him some sort of look, he'd offer a cheesy and almost evil grin. He got the reaction often, so he was able to understand it within a second. As Cyrus answered his question, he'd lick his paw and wipe it over his ear. "I meant how close are you two? You seem very close." He'd respond, before his gaze fixated on Confinedpaw. "I remember a Confinedkit - the nickname was Con, right? Well, I hope... you have more pros then cons." Cyrus giving him a look would probably encourage him. He could think of a pun for most people's names unless it was a really short name, like Bob. Raising his hind leg, he'd scratch his ear eyes half open.