Sollux frowned. Apparently the general consensus was that they were real wolves, which was ridiculous. There were no wolves in the middle of a fucking city, for crying out loud.

He was running high on confidence though after turning out to be a superhero, throwing up immediately after notwithstanding. That gave him enough courage to speak up again.

(His therapist would be so proud of how much he was speaking if she could see him now. Also if she hadn't died two years ago.)

"I've been seeing red and blue whenever I have strong emotions," he paused, thinking. "And shit seems to constantly be falling over when I stare at it for too long."