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@codelived // s.c
“ Are .. You alright ?? You look awfully cold .. “ Perhaps the goat monster can offer the child a blanket or warm cocoa. They look unnervingly familiar , but she can’t quite put her paw on it ..
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NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOOOOWN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND D E SEEEE E RR T YO U
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dfifjduisfhdf THANK YOU,, i do my best and;; i’m so glad you love him !!, and look. i’m here for you. i’m here for ALL of you. and i mean it. this is an rpc i’ve dedicated a big portion of my life, time, and effort into and i don’t do that for nothing. i adore not only writing, roleplaying, and my input on things, but you too. my mutuals, my writing partners, my community, this rpc as a whole. i just. i mean it. <3
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@codelived .
the rk900 is not good with children --- but it does recognize that this can be no human . the android kneels down , matching height with the small being , arm resting on a knee . head tilts , led whirring to life with contemplating hues of yellow ( it dares not let the red flicker amidst them , a wary sense of - this child is not human nor android - ) . ❝ greetings , my name is connor , ❞ a pause , still thinking , ❝ what is yours ? ❞
❝ core , do you mind helping me with something here ? ❞ the boy brings his L . U . N . C . H . B . O . C . K . S over to the other kid , pulling up a long string of code . ❝ i’m trying to update my treehouse’s security system but something’s not working out . i’ve reviewed this a couple times but i can’t seem to figure out the problem . ❞ // @codelived liked for a starter !
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codelived
“Oh goodie.”
“You.”
“What magical thing do you want from me now? Because I’m pretty sure I can’t get it for you! So you kindly...Go away.”
@codelived // for all; not the few
A feeling like determination, yet quieter, fiercely pounds in his chest ( persevere, fool mage, always persevere / march to the beat of your own drum ) as he hears those words. Who decides that? Who paints the soul black of the child who has yet to grow? No, no one decides that, it's something the child decides for themselves after years of falsified proof, evidence made from translucent twine and waterlogged wooden beads but a child will take it all at face value. A child won't question it, after a while. He would know that. It's something he wouldn't wish even upon his fiercest enemies.
A pained look crosses his features, world weary eyes betraying a sense of understanding though he clearly has made it known that he wishes he didn't have to sympathize with a topic so dark. This child, so young and so bright --- ripped from their grasp so suddenly and sharply like the breath taken before it snaps to black and you wake from a slumber never fallen into. Who decided that this child's soul was decidedly to be blackened, casting hatred onto themself by the heart broken from the start? Who gave themselves the right?
But still, he smiles.
"deserving, undeserving. that stuff isn't real, little one," Not spoken out of patronizing intent, fondness in his tone that begets the sense of him being one who is familial without blood tie --- one who is kind without reservation --- one who is quiet but outspoken in all the best ways. "after all, who can really say anyone deserves pain? who can say which souls deserve their agony and which souls deserve their splendor? all i know is that a little kindness can wash away the troubles of a hard day. all i know is that a simple cup of tea can put a bit of hope into a potentially hopeless heart and soul."
A hand extended to the child, an offering of Sea Tea to break the tension he unintentionally brought about. "i remember a time where i felt just as you do. i remember being offered a kindness i didn't feel i deserved, yet got anyway. and i remember introducing myself to a man i now proudly call family." He chuckles. "my name is fleur rhodes-scéim."
