#flowercrownd

@flowercrownd wrote: "well, who were you expecting to fix all this? an adult?" from bev to doeeeeey

"i don't know, MAYBE--??" the doughman's voice raises an octave higher than intended, frustration and exhaustion making its way to the surface rather easily. expression contorts in a somber way, not unlike that of a frustrated child, which unfortunately, made too much sense.

they were supposed to be the stable one; he was the safe haven's leader! he had to look out for the other toys, to be the rock that held them up when nobody else was there. but then, who was there for doey to lean on? in the beginning, the haven was full of allies aplenty, but now... now it was just him. and with three souls swirling anxiously behind that multi-colored exterior, one could only remain strong for so long before they fell apart at the seams.

"ARE YOU THE ANTITHESIS OF HAVING FUN?" Such an eloquent word for one his age! That one stuck in his mind from once asking his mother to define it while hearing it during one of her stories. Kubo feels it is the perfect opportunity for such a word, for it was during such a chance of getting to practice a new skill with Beetle that Monkey had intervened in her typical Monkey way (that being, with seriousness and little tolerance for such nonsense.) He's been hoisted onto Beetle's shoulder, arms folded over his chest, pouting, looking dryly at the sword-wielding macaque who stared up at them from her place on the ground. They're fresh out of the Temple of Bones and Kubo is eager to test out Beetle's newly discovered wings; and maybe try his hand at making his own, based on an earlier trick he'd attempted.

OOC ;; ok no but i was given this cursed knowledge a bit ago and now i have to share it

wheeljack in tfp quite literally has sculpted abs, like, lOOK

@flowercrownd wrote: "i do have a name," The human signs a stiffness in her gestures, though it's more from stress than from distrust. "it's Angela."

// to doey!!

the doughman’s eye sockets can’t help but widen as he interprets the motions of their hands. so many years down here in the safe haven, you came across toys from all different walks of life within the factory, some of which who had special requirements and needs of their own. doey did his best to supply and accomodate them whenever he could, picking up on basic sign over the last decade.

“ah right, introductions! silly me, it must’ve slipped my mind.” up comes his own hand to playfully facepalm against the side of his blue dome, almost a little ashamed at himself. things had been so hectic down here recently, with the generator slowly failing, the looming threat of you know who lurking around the premises… but, at least now doey could put a name to their new ally’s face.

“let’s try this again, shall we?” cleaning his throat, he’s already straightening out his back, a slight bow as a hand comically stretches out, offering a handshake. “it’s nice to meet you, angela. i’m doey!”

@flowercrownd wrote: "Do you guys separate... often?" FROM ANGIE TO DOEY...

"not intentionally..." the largest of the three doughboys, matthew, is first to speak up, head craning upwards to meet angela's eyes. he's not much different to how the large, imposing yet welcoming figure of doey would normally look. in fact, all three of them retain their original shape of the iconic character, although all slightly different sizes and colours. "it's only happened a couple times, but it only ever happens when we get into a really, really bad fight." doey's head was never quiet, it was a constant blaring arena of noise and emotions. so to be seperated like this? it was a welcome silence, yet there was another problem.

"b-but how do we get back together again? i miss you guys already!" the smallest pipes up, jack, an almost pleading expression on his face. kevin on the other hand, can't help but roll those doughy eye sockets of his with a huff. "well i don't want to get back together, you guys are too loud, and noisy, and you never let me do anything! i like it better this way," he responds, crossing arms over his chest proudly.

jack can't help but whimper at that remark, which all too quickly grabs matthew's attention, immediately wrapping a blue and orange arm around his shoulder. "he doesn't mean that, really... at least i think so. he just needs a moment to calm down is all, we'll be back together before you know it."

* ABSCONDS WITH A SUSPICIOUSLY CARD STACK-SHAPED LUMP IN MY THROAT *