Akira Vos died of severe gunshot wounds at 18 before he started breathing again 6 hours later. There's not a lot known about him personally, he changed his name at 14, burned down his house at 16, and somewhere around 22 he started getting scars and replaced several of his teeth with metal ones. Not a day past 27 but he likes to laugh when it's brought up and joyfully correct "132". You could say you don't understand, he'll tell you not to worry, he's done this 46 times already. His blood tastes like spite and cherry cola. He carries conversations like he's already friends. There's something deeply wrong. He's been here far too long.
rain, snakes, frogs, peaches, anything holographic, his husband
hospitals, unessecary violence, the cold, loud voices, the government