ᵐᵒᵘᶰᵗᵃᶤᶰ ˢᵉʳᵉᶰᵃᵈᵉ

     and there is a barber who’s cutting and cutting away at my only joy--

     I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick,

     and I had thought it’d be harder to do, but I caught her and skinned her quick.

     Held her there, kicking and mewling, upended, unspooling, unsung and blue,

     told her “Wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will find you.”

   * You didn’t miss out on anything. It’s, like, 50-75 percent off at the stores now.

Just from mere sight, he could tell that Elizabeth is giving off a downhearted aura. Though he can empathize with her. One would yearn after being separated from friends and family over an extended period of time, which is emotionally draining on the mind.

Presenting a slight smile and rapport eyes, he opens his arms, then slowly proceeds to embrace her wordlessly. His slender arms would wrap under her arms the best he could while his hand stroke along her hair and back.

“There. There. Everything will be okay. I know how hard things are, but remember to stay strong and optimistic.”

He says in a delicate, dulcet voice. 

  It wasn't homesickness. It couldn't have been. Everyone back home...they hated her. They were probably glad that she was gone. They had to be.

  Whatever the reason, the damage was done, and it had pulled her down, down, down. So far away. She wasn't cold because her soul had been aching, even before she'd left town, and that hurt the most. It hurt to want to throw everything away and to know that she never could.

  She still wanted to live, despite it all.

Tyree403: I’m a shitty human as well, and shitty humans are supposed to stick together! So, yeah! I’ll come over and give you the biggest, snuggest, coziest hug ever!

please, really. if it’s not too much trouble

is anyone willing to come out to the ball game rink near snowdin and give a really shitty human a fourty second hug

i don’t know if i can uh