#harold

H- Hi…

[He said with a chuckle.]

CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE!!!

[Puck shouted, pointing at the pizza on the Cafeteria tables.]

@half-a-poluscrew

{A robot followed them, white with red accents and rabbit-like features, that is, those features also somehow pulled from axolotls and bugs? It moved a lot more gracefully and seemed a lot lighter than the both of the robots.}

Now little mouse, lets not run off. How about we greet everyone here first?

(The robot said, patting his head with what was probably the kindest smile a robot could offer.)

OH MY GOD TOBOR LOOK!! HES SO ADORABLE!!

(Bell quietly squealed, jumping up and down while holding onto tobor's arm)

Oh, thats a MICA! I haven't seen one of those in a while.. Theyre built to be expressive, fast, flexible and sturdy.

Thinking about my Harold Helicopter bird creature again ough. I want to pick him up and inspect him.

I imagine he's a part of a species of odd bird-like creatures called whirlybirds. I like to think they come in many colors à la pigeons and can be iridescent in some places, too. They are very social creatures and will gather in large numbers to chat and groom each other.

Within his community, Harold feels a bit like he doesn't fit in. He struggles a bit to get the attention of other whirlybirds and has difficulty attracting a mate. He much prefers hanging out with mold spore Percy and preening his fluff.

Welcome, everyone.

[He said coldly, Tobor the first to walk on the metal floors.]

@half-a-poluscrew

PUPPY!!

(The jester screamed, bells ringing as they ran out and tackle hugged said armourer, getting peeled off by a tan-suited ram, who was glaring down at him)

Oh great, we have a crew with a jester.

(He grumbled, tossing the clown at Tobor.)

A RAM, TOO?!

A clingy one.

(Harold came out, the crown that was normally on his helmet on his head, with marina following him out soon after)

So helpless, and so insufficient.

Why does it have to be this way

Why is love not able to save a person

Why is love not enough

Why does the human who's so deserving of so all love and care and warmth and comfort and happiness of the world don't believe they deserve it

Why do they feel like they are not good enough, that they are never going to be good enough

Why do they they think they are a bad child and ... (please read between the lines)

Why does it have to be so repressed

Why do you have to make that lovely child go through all that. They did not deserve any of it.

They should've been happy and loved and cared for, which they are technically, but why do the horrors, the damn horrors persists?