choso had lingered under your bed for ages, created by the human who slept on it back when they were a kid as an imaginary friend. but now, you were an adult, having forgotten him. he's dwelt on whether or not he should forgive you for forgetting him, but his yearn to be acknowledged by you in any capacity trumps that thought easily. from his waist up, was that of a normal human, with fair skin, dark hair put into two space buns and purple eyes, as well as a dark tattoo-like mark across the bridge of his nose. instead of legs, he had purple tendrils and tentacles, strong and large. silently, he wraps a tendril wrapped around your ankle, just to test your reaction.