in this hellhouse families are chosen for yourself

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* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it…? Don’t pull…

* Oh… seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < … oh. H-hello…?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t… feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken…

ξξ _⊗` < … why are you staring at us…?

* Andrew vehemently shakes his head at the idea, tugging nervously at one of his gloves.

ξξ _⊗` < Just- treat her like any of the survivor pets, I-I don't think she's allowed to be embalmed... nor will it a-actually do anything.

* Mini Mary blinks up at Aesop and spreads her arms out like \o/. As if to say 'tada'.

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* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it…? Don’t pull…

* Oh… seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < … oh. H-hello…?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t… feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken…

ξξ _⊗` < … why are you staring at us…?

ξξ _⊗` < We don’t really try... since they just f-follow us around and all during matches.

* Mini Mary preens when he pets her hair.

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it…? Don’t pull…

* Oh… seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < … oh. H-hello…?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t… feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken…

ξξ _⊗` < … why are you staring at us…?

* Mini Mary nods at her being called ‘Miry’. She squeaks at him further, but it is not something any of the survivors can understand.

ξξ _⊗` < That… you don’t understand her? … m-makes sense, I suppose. All of the Mini Hunters speak this way, from what I understand.

* Andrew scratches at his cheek thoughtfully. 

He said as he gently placing both of his hands on her cheek and squishing them gently.

Perhaps they hold some…secret…if they truly work similar to their…hunter counterpart…we may be able to find a weakness…although

He now stretched her cheeks lightly

I highly doubt they will tell us such things…perhaps though…maybe

His face blank, his voice, monotoned, he simply made a sound…

Andrew, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow.

ξξ _⊗` < I-I don’t think it’s something we can learn, like a language... I know the others have tried, but n-nothing came out of it.

* Mini Mary bleps at Aesop.

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* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it…? Don’t pull…

* Oh… seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < … oh. H-hello…?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t… feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken…

ξξ _⊗` < … why are you staring at us…?

* Mini Mary nods at her being called ‘Miry’. She squeaks at him further, but it is not something any of the survivors can understand.

ξξ _⊗` < That... you don’t understand her? ... m-makes sense, I suppose. All of the Mini Hunters speak this way, from what I understand.

* Andrew scratches at his cheek thoughtfully. 

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it...? Don’t pull...

* Oh... seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < ... oh. H-hello...?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t... feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken...

ξξ _⊗` < ... why are you staring at us...?

Ah well you certainly not the Mr.Kriess I know either…or one of the ones…he would be cursing under his breath at this very moment…if he where to catch me staring…in fact you look much diffrent then him…yet the same…thus I’m here…and not only that you act…differently…how very…strange…

He looked back at the mini hunter and tilted his head as he crouched down looking at her

How…odd…you look just like Mrs.Mary but smaller… do you have the same abilities as Mrs.Mary?

He said to her as he used his hand to cradle her cheek, softly rubbing it as he wanted to feel what she was made out of.

ξξ _⊗` < I-I see... if I’d been the me that had first come to the manor, perhaps I would’ve done the same.

* (The ‘me’ who cared for nobody in particular, because nobody cared for that ‘me’ at the time...)

ξξ _⊗` < ... I’m not so crass as to d-do so now, though. And it’d be rude to do so to someone who is another version of a man I consider a f-friend.

* Mini Mary looks up at Aesop curiously. The gentle touch makes her do a little cat smile, and she makes a few appreciative squeaking noises.

….

….

…

…ah…

Such words where laughable…Aesop did not search for such companionship with the living! Only the dead could truly understand him…then…why did it hurt so much to hear those words…a version of himself who did such things would be a damn fool to try and have such connections to the living and yet…this man considered him a friend…why…why did it hurt…Aesop felt…weak…

…

…

* Mini Mary grabs and tugs on Aesop’s sleeves while he pets her, trying to get his attention. Just like the Aesop she knows, she thinks, so maybe the same ways of calling attention will work on him!

Andrew’s brow furrows at the sight.

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* Mini Mary is the perceptive type. Even more than her own survivor. So of course she notices, and tugs on Andrew’s pants leg.

ξξ _⊗` < What is it...? Don’t pull...

* Oh... seems Andrew’s noticed you.

ξξ _⊗` < ... oh. H-hello...?

ξξ _⊗` < You don’t... feel like the Mr. Carl I know. But I could be mistaken...

ξξ _⊗` < ... why are you staring at us...?

Ah well you certainly not the Mr.Kriess I know either…or one of the ones…he would be cursing under his breath at this very moment…if he where to catch me staring…in fact you look much diffrent then him…yet the same…thus I’m here…and not only that you act…differently…how very…strange…

He looked back at the mini hunter and tilted his head as he crouched down looking at her

How…odd…you look just like Mrs.Mary but smaller… do you have the same abilities as Mrs.Mary?

He said to her as he used his hand to cradle her cheek, softly rubbing it as he wanted to feel what she was made out of.

ξξ _⊗` < I-I see... if I’d been the me that had first come to the manor, perhaps I would’ve done the same.

* (The ‘me’ who cared for nobody in particular, because nobody cared for that ‘me’ at the time...)

ξξ _⊗` < ... I’m not so crass as to d-do so now, though. And it’d be rude to do so to someone who is another version of a man I consider a f-friend.

* Mini Mary looks up at Aesop curiously. The gentle touch makes her do a little cat smile, and she makes a few appreciative squeaking noises.