🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret (Issimo)
“I feel uncomfortable using spoons nowadays.” Issimo nervously drummed his fingers on the table. “They’re just-….mmm. They’re tied to some really, REALLY gruesome imagery for me, so I try to avoid them.
“It….makes eating ice cream hard, sure,” He shrugged. “But so far, no-one’s really picked up on it.”
🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs (Bark)
“I enjoyed my work with the museum.” Bark mused out loud. “More specifically, I enjoyed answering the questions of the guests. I was programmed to basically be the information kiosk for my exhibit, so it happened quite often, when I was young.” The Reploid paused to examine the sword he held, as if concerned his polishing rag had missed a spot.
“Children, especially, always asked the unusual questions…like ‘did samurai like cats’? ‘Did ronin have stuffed animals to hug when they got lonely wandering the countryside’?. ‘How could samurai see where they were going with helmets that big’?
“Or,” The Reploid chuckled fondly.“They would try endlessly to pronounce my name at the time. Adults often gave up, and referred to me as ‘you’, ‘Reploid’, or some abhorrent shortening of my name, but the children…” Bark trailed off for a few seconds.
“….the children were always respectful enough to try.” He sighed, and quietly returned his blade to its sheath. He missed those days…back before the world turned its back on him. But they were long gone, now.
“Some days, I even wish I could return to my old life.” The Reploid admitted. “But, I am too far down my current path to turn back.”