@flynnfletchr​ II x

Steven was not aware they were friends yet. It was so much easier for him to make friends when he was younger but now he wasn’t doing so hot. He was depressed and felt hopeless most of the time. He honestly felt like he was miserable to be around and that’s why he tried shutting most people out. Steven chuckled nervously at his concern. He often didn’t realize how serious his trauma was. He thought of it and talked about it so casually that he forgot how serious it all was. How disturbing. 

“Really it’s not a big deal. I’m making it sound worse then it was. It doesn’t hurt much anymore. Just mostly when it happened and after got stitched up.” That was actually his first experience with a doctor. “Plus you know it wasn’t like I grew up with her. She thought I was my mom and she wanted my mom to come back so she pulled out my gem so she would reform. Didn’t work obviously.” He laughed in amusement. 

IT WAS MOSTLY PHINEAS’ FAULT FOR ASSUMING THAT EVERY PERSON HE MET WANTED TO BE HIS FRIEND, JUST BECAUSE HE WOULD WANT TO BE THEIRS.  It had always been relatively easy for him to make friends, apart from a few instances throughout his childhood; though he’d never let that bring him down, or stop him from reaching out to others. He'd long been described as a bit of a bleeding heart, and as Steven tried to chuckle away his concern, it only served to make that obvious (  if it hadn’t been already  ). 

‘ POOR STEVEN ’, HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF.

        The Hatter stands back tall, only made all the more towering a figure by his absurdly high hat, chuckling at their flattering description.  “ Oh, well   I understand, dear boy… my title can be a tad misleading at times…  Though haberdashery is my passion   I, in fact, used to be the finest in the neurological field! No, you shan’t find another like my work anywhere! ”  Though the confidence of his triumph was unabashed at first, it’s quickly tempered by some sort of shyness, as he wrings his hands and sheepishly grins.  “ … I-if I do say so myself. ”

Such vivacity. He reminded Tetch of himself at his age. What harm would it do him to help the two boys in their endeavors? After all, what a joy to have the company of an inventor… who wasn’t likely to kill him.   “ Ah..! ”  The Hatter hums, finger tips tapping in an arch.  “ Memory. That’s been a subject of my fascination for QUITE some time… Of course, there’s the rather common method of ‘total recall’   a very established way of digging out long term memory via hypnosis… Which I happen to practice. Oh   but YOU want to do something a bit more exciting, I presume? ” His smile curls in thought at more interesting possibilities as he paces in place. “ Mayhaps… project the memory digitally for another to see, even? ”  

It’s  not  that  Phineas  hadn’t  believed  Jervis  to  be  a  brilliant  man;  to  do  what  he  did  would  be  near  impossible  if  he  weren’t,  it  was  simply  the  accepted  fact  that  those  he  and  Ferb  encountered  ( and  were  friends  with )  never  seemed  to  specialise  in  the  fields  that  their  project  of  the  day  was  based  in. The  young  inventor  was  beyond  ecstatic  to  be  proven  wrong  in  this  particular  instance.  Actually,  beyond  ecstatic  may  have  been  an  understatement  in  this  instance,  as  it  took  every  ounce  of  self  control  that  he  had  not  to  explode  in  giddiness;  especially  when  the  thought  of  what  was  now  possible  to  accomplish  with  the  help  of  Jervis  .

“  Absolutely  brilliant,  ”   he  lets  himself  say  after  a  moment,  a  grin  slowly  making  its  way  onto  his  face  ;  though  quickly  relaxing  itself  into  a  far  more  toned  down  smile  as  Jervis  seemed  to  become  more  shy.  

His  enthusiasm  couldn’t  be  held  back  entirely  though,  and  it  very  clearly  showed  through  as  he  reacted  to  each  and  every  word;  growing  more  in  awe  by  the  second.  He  almost  couldn’t  believe  his  luck.  “ Yes!  ”  He’d  shouted  in  reply  the  second  his  ears  registered  the  words  ‘  more  exciting  ’,  because  he  and  Ferb’s  unofficial  motto (  aside  from  ‘  today  is  gonna  be  a  great  day  ’  of  course  )  was  to  go  bigger  and  better.  More  exciting  was  exactly  what  they  wanted  to  do.