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* She said nothing more, eyes gazing solemnly at the rooms that no longer had occupants. Those who gave into the digital world and lost their humanity as a result. The thought of that happening to her was certainly a fear she'd take to the grave. They were terrified of abstracting themself, thus doing things more " out of the ordinary " in this world. They didn't care, they just wanted to survive *

* they snorted and shook their head at the ridiculous nickname, but it lacked bite and her small smile betrayed the fact she didn't hate it too much. Maybe he wasn't that bad, but time would tell on that. She lingered, unsure if she should stay and provide company or simply move on with their day *

*They shook their head, frowning and looking a little upset. Yes, that was the point of their whole “existence” currently, but they were still human. They weren’t going to pretend that they were nothing but a cliche cartoon who does nothing but enjoy a life filled with puppies and rainbows. She didn’t — no, refused to live like that. It wasn’t real and wasn’t right. This was the reality of their situation, but it didn’t mean that she had to play by the rules and go along with everything like it was fine*

* She said nothing more, eyes gazing solemnly at the rooms that no longer had occupants. Those who gave into the digital world and lost their humanity as a result. The thought of that happening to her was certainly a fear she'd take to the grave. They were terrified of abstracting themself, thus doing things more " out of the ordinary " in this world. They didn't care, they just wanted to survive *

*They sent him a brief glare, yet it didn’t have a lot of bite to it. They bent down, grabbing a dust pan and sweeping up the dust and disposing of it properly until the floor was pristine in her standards. Feeling like she completed the task appropriately, they crossed their arms with a small, approving huff. At least they both win in this situation. Now, she was unsure what to do next. They grunted and grabbed their things, prepared to leave the room once again. It’s a good thing she’s been in the circus for so long that she knew how to get around easily*

*They shook their head, frowning and looking a little upset. Yes, that was the point of their whole “existence” currently, but they were still human. They weren’t going to pretend that they were nothing but a cliche cartoon who does nothing but enjoy a life filled with puppies and rainbows. She didn’t — no, refused to live like that. It wasn’t real and wasn’t right. This was the reality of their situation, but it didn’t mean that she had to play by the rules and go along with everything like it was fine*

*They sent him a brief glare, yet it didn’t have a lot of bite to it. They bent down, grabbing a dust pan and sweeping up the dust and disposing of it properly until the floor was pristine in her standards. Feeling like she completed the task appropriately, they crossed their arms with a small, approving huff. At least they both win in this situation. Now, she was unsure what to do next. They grunted and grabbed their things, prepared to leave the room once again. It’s a good thing she’s been in the circus for so long that she knew how to get around easily*

*She wasn’t sure how much time had past, but when she came to, she only registered the cold metal of the floor, the stinging sore pain on her head, and the deafening silence of the bunker, save for the vile chewing of drone corpses being torn apart as a meal for a predator. It was the last thing that shocked her mind into waking up and getting to her feet. Well, she tried to anyways. Moving up so fast made her head spin, making her lurch and let out a small groan mixed with an irritated, groggy meow. One touch to her head was enough to confirm the gash and concussion she had received from the blow that knocked her clean out. Safe to say Star was surprised she wasn’t yet dead. But… wait— all of the WDs…. Pale blue eyes snapped open and darted around at her realization, yet she was much too late*

* That seemed to put her mind at ease a bit. They continued to go through the pile, neatly putting things in random spots. They visibly relaxed, relieved that the purple rabbit wasn't upset at her frustrating compulsions. Thankfully it didn't take horribly long to finish up the rest of the mess, leaving the floor cleared up enough for them to sweep, which they jumped to the task in a matter of seconds, sweeping the dust into a kempt pile with practiced movements. Much better *

*They sent him a brief glare, yet it didn’t have a lot of bite to it. They bent down, grabbing a dust pan and sweeping up the dust and disposing of it properly until the floor was pristine in her standards. Feeling like she completed the task appropriately, they crossed their arms with a small, approving huff. At least they both win in this situation. Now, she was unsure what to do next. They grunted and grabbed their things, prepared to leave the room once again. It’s a good thing she’s been in the circus for so long that she knew how to get around easily*

* Their tail was thumping against the floor repeatitively, emphasizing their current irritation with this ridiculous task. Watching his demonstration, their frown deepened on their muzzle. They knew what to do, it seemed so easy to outside eyes but to her, it was it's own battle. Picking up a random key, she held it in her hand, trying to will herself into simply tossing it, but.. OCD was a hard beast to overcome. It screamed at her that it needed to go somewhere so specific in a particular position. So, they couldn't help but listen and place it neatly on a shelf. She averted her eyes in rare shame, tapping her head and grumbling. Would he understand? *

* That seemed to put her mind at ease a bit. They continued to go through the pile, neatly putting things in random spots. They visibly relaxed, relieved that the purple rabbit wasn't upset at her frustrating compulsions. Thankfully it didn't take horribly long to finish up the rest of the mess, leaving the floor cleared up enough for them to sweep, which they jumped to the task in a matter of seconds, sweeping the dust into a kempt pile with practiced movements. Much better *

* Their only reply was a slightly grumpy grunt, currently warring with her own mind on where to put everything. She was aware that this whole " game " was just to mix things up and scatter them around the confines of the room, but her brain was being quite particular on what needed to be where, mildly pissing them off. They growled quietly in growing frustration, her face twisted in irritation as she glared at the items in her grasp. She hated this *

* Their tail was thumping against the floor repeatitively, emphasizing their current irritation with this ridiculous task. Watching his demonstration, their frown deepened on their muzzle. They knew what to do, it seemed so easy to outside eyes but to her, it was it's own battle. Picking up a random key, she held it in her hand, trying to will herself into simply tossing it, but.. OCD was a hard beast to overcome. It screamed at her that it needed to go somewhere so specific in a particular position. So, they couldn't help but listen and place it neatly on a shelf. She averted her eyes in rare shame, tapping her head and grumbling. Would he understand? *

* Hearing his words, she paused and let out a mix of a sigh and a grumble from her throat, turning her head to glance at him and then his pile of belongings in which she eyed distastefully. They didn't understand why he insisted on living like a d##n pig, but who were they to judge? Seeing as they didn't have any excuses or other options out, they reluctantly set down the cleaning supplies and bent down to assist in his " endeavor " *

* Their only reply was a slightly grumpy grunt, currently warring with her own mind on where to put everything. She was aware that this whole " game " was just to mix things up and scatter them around the confines of the room, but her brain was being quite particular on what needed to be where, mildly pissing them off. They growled quietly in growing frustration, her face twisted in irritation as she glared at the items in her grasp. She hated this *

* Hearing his words, she paused and let out a mix of a sigh and a grumble from her throat, turning her head to glance at him and then his pile of belongings in which she eyed distastefully. They didn't understand why he insisted on living like a d##n pig, but who were they to judge? Seeing as they didn't have any excuses or other options out, they reluctantly set down the cleaning supplies and bent down to assist in his " endeavor " *

* he wasn't technically wrong. They'd do the other's rooms anyday than his, but the problem was that they'd already cleaned every last one of the rooms she could clean. Sometimes she'd clean rooms that... No longer belonged to anyone, but those had been done as well. So, her only response was to cross her arms and shake her head with a quiet huff *

* he wasn't technically wrong. They'd do the other's rooms anyday than his, but the problem was that they'd already cleaned every last one of the rooms she could clean. Sometimes she'd clean rooms that... No longer belonged to anyone, but those had been done as well. So, her only response was to cross her arms and shake her head with a quiet huff *