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codyyy :D

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And now he stands in the apartment he was supposed to decorate, the one given to him by a Republic that had only recently decided the men who died for it, were men, that Kote was a man. A person. But Cody doesn't know what Kote liked. Cody never thought he would have to have an opinion on the texture of a couch or the color of his walls. But now Kote can.

His first thought was yellow. Yellow like his armour paint. Yellow like the 212th. Yellow like sunlight in fall. It's the only color paint he had ever used. In all his 13 years of life, he had only ever touched that warm yellow paint. Used it to cover up the cold impersonal white of his armour because it was the only available thing to make his armour his. The only thing that sapped away the serility of its mass-produced sheen. It didn't hide the blood any better than the white, but at least he knew who had made it and who didn't after battles. Yellow like the war. Yellow like dead brothers littered across a battlefield like flowers sprouting. Except all there was, was death. Death Cody ordered.

Kote blinked away from his thoughts, still staring at the beige walls. He tried not to let himself think about it all too much. It only made it harder to exist. But he did. And now he needed to choose a color for the living room. And his bedroom. And the kitchen. And the bathroom. All he could think about was the color yellow.

"I hate the color yellow..." he whispered to the empty apartment. He had never been allowed to hate anything. Not for real. Not in a way that he was allowed to change. The war didn't count. Nothing he chose then was his choice.

"I hate the color yellow," he said. His voice stuttered as he began to giggle. Cody never giggled. But Kote used to. Maybe he could again. His body certainly thought he could, as it began to shake.

"I hate the color yellow!" He shouted, the empty house filled with unrestrained giggling. No one answered, but they didn't have to. Kote hated the colour yellow, and he was allowed to go out and pick whatever color he wanted to paint his bare, soulless walls. He was allowed to shout about his opinion and make choices based on his opinions.

made another robot & i love this one.

she is made up of two layers, and all of the visible screws and pins are functional & holding the outer plates to the inner frame. this also gives her a pleasant weight; still quite light, but feels more substantial to handle than my other dolls. the fingers were supposed to be plated as well, but i ended up preferring this spindly look and left them bare.

I am not immune to a good ol' swap au