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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐗 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞
                          
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(Daryl Santiago X Bashar Jackson)

                          
Warning: Intersexual Bottom

                          
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Mathieu.





                          
I've been watching this human for the longest and I can't seem to figure what it is about him. 
                          
Everything he does leaves me curious and questioning why he makes the choices he does, why humans take certain things upon themselves and use violence in response to them.  Not only violence but they appear to have such extreme agitation towards certain subjects and unruly responses towards each other as well.
                          
The human I've been observing has been very obstructive. It amazes me how he continues to live as he directs such a reckless and distrustful life. And how the men who follow and respond to his every beck and call are so trustful of him―it confuses me.
                          
As you can tell, I am not of the planet called Earth. I am not what people identify themselves as, as human beings.
                          
I am from another planet, an entirely different world where everyone is much different. The name for us cannot be comprehended by such small minds but in short, we are Enka. We all have certain abilities but they're diminished on other planets we travel to, to mainly protect those from us as they are far too complicated.
                          
As an Enkanian, I have the ability to construct or destroy things and to interpret feelings for those who do not understand them. It's a gift bestowed to me by my parents which I take advantage of, especially in helping others.
                          
My name is Memni but my assigned human name is Mathieu. And I plan to find out everything I can about the male named Bashar Jackson.






                          
It was fairly dark outside but the male I was studying was not yet home. I planned to enter his home and study the contents of his house and livelihood before I could draw more observations from him.
                          
I stepped up to the back door of his home as I turned the knob to find it locked. I clenched my eyebrows as I realized I had no key to access his home. Ultimately, I did the best thing that came to my mind.
                          
I pulled on the doorknob as it immediately broke. I entered the house after pushing the door open as I just sat the broken knob on a nearby table. Stepping around on the dark wood floors, I was surprised by what I saw. Everything was neat and in order.
                          
Judging by the things I've seen, I expected disorganization. Bashar seemed to be a typically disorderly person so I expected much of his home. Walking around, I could see the same in the upper level of his home. The place where he slept was tidy along with the area where I'd seen him converse with many other humans.
                          
However, I did find strange substances in the place where the humans store their clothing. It was a white, powdery substance that had a strange taste. I sat it down on a table as I opened it, inspecting it.