// Settings, Content & Media, then Manage Saved Feeds.

Once you're in the saved feeds part, you can unpin the garbage you don't wanna see and it'll leave you with the following tab and an extra shiny new FEEDS tab that lets you explore stuff based on your posts and follows.

It's kinda sick tbh.

// OH SHIT THERE IS

... It wasn't working. Still, it all felt familiar. Despite the fact that he's...Forty years younger than he's supposed to be.

He covered his muzzle in his hand. He felt as if he were going to vomit at the new knowledge of himself.

What a vile creature, yet still he was loved. Had some good.

His expression did however begin to dull as he progressed through the book. His neutral, empty gaze soon turned to one of disappointment, maybe even sadness.

Mm...Sadness seems more like it. His eyes were beginning to redden, his body trembling as he went deeper into the book's history.

"...Still lookin' for B. Learnin' more about Z. And what...Horrible shit he did to people. What I did to people."

He turned to face her again, finally having steeled his nerves once more.

"...Anyway. If you...Know anybody who wears green...Has a name that starts with 'B'... They should have an identical ring with...Probably a 'Z' engraved on it. Ya hear?"

His arms had uncrossed, repositioning themselves to more of a holding or self care position.

". . .Thanks. You still haven't given me your name, you know. If you don't want to, that's fine. But I'll have to call you something eventually. I guess 'hon' will have to do for now."

+

He stepped off and away from the worktable, letting out a sigh as he crossed his arms.

"Old enough to believe that at one point, I couldn't die. It was hell for me. Then all of the sudden I'm climbing out of a pod and I stumble upon my own...-"

He stopped. His left leg was bouncing where he stood.

Oh. That's a way to explain...His view on things.

"I'm positive that at one point, I made this back-up in a state of total fear and delusion. After the panic settled and I relaxed, I likely forgot about the whole idea and stopped updating it. I'm older than I let on, hon."

+

He paused for a moment, soon scratching his cheek with a tinge of nerves.

"Or... That's what I gather. Your demeanor changed after you got to know me a little more. Or rather... What's left of me...People wept when I was gone, and I had no idea."

He crossed his arms, letting out a gruff sigh to himself.

"And...Ya keep sayin' you aren't good with sentimentality, but...If you're pals with Azriel, you have to have some sort of compassion, yeah? You looked at this ring and immediately knew it was important. You're thoughtful at the least."

+

He leaned back against the worktable, focusing back on the woman before him he supported himself with his palms at the edge.

"Look...If you aren't fit for sentimentality...I hate to tell ya, but you aren't what I'm lookin', for when it comes to havin' people watchin' my back."

+

He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, looking towards Azriel with a solemn expression.

"Nothing much. I started wearing that necklace with the ring on it. It felt like the right thing to do."

He seemed a bit surprised at the sudden gesture, but didn't hesitate to reciprocate. He wrapped his arms around the male.

". . .Missed ya too, Az."

"...I-I don't...Have a phone..?"