"no, m'telling you I'm fine, m'not tired ... at all ...." said with a yawn he's very obviously trying to stifle. / frebby π₯Ί
@braveburned
ππ«ππππ², ππ―ππ« ππ¨π§πππ«π§ππ, is slightly crouched with a paw pressed protectively around gregory's shoulder. "are you sure, superstar? -- " he speaks, looking to his side at the child's yawn to make sure the coast was clear. ears clacking up & down, in slight concern.
"but you are yawning!" freddy continues. his voice raising in concern. "you are not lying to me, are you?" he'd never asked this of gregory before. not that he could remember. his ears lower to his brown head, while he raises. paw slowly falling away.
programmed to be naturally friendly towards children, it's not unusual to fret over them. but somehow, gregory is different. he doesn't know why -- though there's always been a sort of additional instinct with the child. however now, since he & gregory have. [...] been through so much.. his programming has grown. naturally building from that instinctual protectiveness that stemmed from his break from her control.
his jaw falls open, slightly. "i think we should rest here. i'll stand watch. nobody should bother us -- ah... at least for a little while." [...] "perhaps you could rest inside my stomach hatch."
