I'm happy here most of the time. And sometimes I forget about all of the bad things. And then when they happen, I forget about being happy.
[He does love a good roast... he leans into her hand. ]
[He does love a good roast... he leans into her hand. ]
[Wow. It's so cute. The puppies... the owl bear... it's like his brain is expanding a million miles per hour at being able to comprehend the meaning of "cute" in the context of being unrelated to other teenage boys.
He goes over and sits down next to her, looking at all the puppies like 🥹. Though he doesn't quite know what to do so he... experimentally sticks his hand out?
Will a dog come for his hand?
Of course a dog comes for his hand.]
He goes over and sits down next to her, looking at all the puppies like 🥹. Though he doesn't quite know what to do so he... experimentally sticks his hand out?
Will a dog come for his hand?
Of course a dog comes for his hand.]
[The first attempt at petting a dog is awkward. Too much of a quick "pat-pat" motion that makes the dog give him a look (tm). Then he tries again, this time with a longer stroke behind the ears that it seems to appreciate as it settles down next to him.]
They're so "cute"? Is that the word?
They're so "cute"? Is that the word?
Yes, I like them. They make you feel you're loved.
[Some of them are coming and trying lick his face. He sputters and tries to shove the pup away except then more come and lick his arms.]
[Some of them are coming and trying lick his face. He sputters and tries to shove the pup away except then more come and lick his arms.]
[Sad little orphan Karl!!!]
Yes. It's like last week but without the bad.
[Picks up a stick... is mobbed by doggies until he throws it as far as he can (not far). He plays with them for a bit like this. Then he rubs his arms and the back of his neck before standing up looking confused.]
I'm itchy.
Yes. It's like last week but without the bad.
[Picks up a stick... is mobbed by doggies until he throws it as far as he can (not far). He plays with them for a bit like this. Then he rubs his arms and the back of his neck before standing up looking confused.]
I'm itchy.
Yeah. Everywhere even my eyes and nose.
[his arms are breaking out a cool rash]
[his arms are breaking out a cool rash]
Three of them.
[He just has his arms wrapped around himself.]
[He just has his arms wrapped around himself.]
[Just going to turn around and press his face into her shoulder.]
What if we don't? Or what if... there's part of them that's missing?
What if we don't? Or what if... there's part of them that's missing?
People weren't supposed to die here. What if it damages them? People are killing who didn't want to kill.
[He just wants everyone intact okay.]
[He just wants everyone intact okay.]
...I hate to imagine it.
[Choosing his own death is one thing. Being forced to choose another's fate against his will? Terrible.]
[Choosing his own death is one thing. Being forced to choose another's fate against his will? Terrible.]
I worry about everyone here.
[Everyone here has shaped him into more of a person, less of a tool.]
[Everyone here has shaped him into more of a person, less of a tool.]
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