#ppt fluff

It wouldn't be funny for the seeker though who would most often be Kissy

She can easily got atop high places but she only sees the fairness of the game when kids shorter than her can't even see high up

Other than hide and seek, he adores all kinds of elementary games

Hopscotch, jump rope, charades and etc.

He is especially good at charades. With his long limbs he could make himself into the picture/prompt he was given; a goose, rabbit and the list goes on

It was never a quiet day with Huggy around when he can think of all types of games to play

He liked everybody to be active as possible

Cheering up kids who were in a slump was his forte, giving them uppies and twirling them around so they could lighten up a little

Huggy doubles as a trash composer

Other than being a security guard for the factory, he cleans up the place by eating trash, party decorations are to be disposed and anything discarded carelessly

The engineers hadn't built in taste receptors for him yet he craved one thing other than trash; cake at birthday parties

When it comes to birthday parties, he is the biggest merrymaker you will ever see

He takes part in decorating to suit each child. One kid loves butterflies? The room would be filled with butterfly origamis. Another child loves trains? Cut outs of trains would be hung from the ceiling. Two share the same birthday? It was going to be a mixed theme!

Though the company could just buy a bunch of streamers and balloons and call it a day, Huggy wanted to make it extra special

You'd find him in a break room, a spot that would keep him hidden away from the children struggling to use scissors. That would be the moment you swoop in to save him

"I'll cut these, you'll hang it up, deal?"

He showed you his mitten like hands and the tape, sighing at him in amusement

"Of course, I'll cut the tape for you too."

And that was a deal.

He was a benevelont toy, watching from behind to make sure the birthday kid had a good time. He towers over them to put a little party hat on them and blows at a party blower, a little toot to mark a new age

But going back to what was metioned earlier, Huggy really loves cake

No matter what flavour it was, chocolate, vanilla, carrot cake, he wants a slice

Maybe it was the aesthetics of it, the details that had his eyes glimmering for a taste

He of course lets the star of the party take the first bite, watching you cut tiny pieces for the others to enjoy

But then when a few pieces of cake weren't eaten, he looks around and quickly swipes for a bite, licking the paper plate clean before putting it back on the table

Nobody notices because he had a fast hand but you know who does? Kissy

She saw what he did and she looked at the cakes the children were eating and leaned in to one of them

"Do you want some, Kissy?"

You were quick not to let Kissy have it, not to upset her but she can't actually eat it

After the party, Kissy had broght a plate over to Huggy when the noise had died down and she watches him eat for she doesn't have the ability to

She reaches out a tender hand, placing it on his tummy as if to ask, how it felt

He coos, he was most certainly delightful with the texture of this cake

When Playtime closes for the day, he stands over at his usual spot; the main lobby of the factory

You saunter up to him with your hands on your hips in an accusatory tone

"I know you've been eating cake, Huggy."

He doesn't move, hand raised in a wave and the expression of his face not faltering

"If you don't admit it, we won't invite you to the next birthday party."

His smile doesn't falter but you could see him twitch

"We'd lock you out of Playcare."

He starts sweating now.

"Huggy.."

Huggy slowly puts down his hand, scratching the back of his head and keeping it down. He was so cute like this that you can't help but giggle

"Silly, how will we celebrate your birthday if we locked the birthday guy out?" His eyes glimmered and you chuckled, turning around to walk out the factory to close up the rest of the place

Watching your figure dissappear, he now anticipates his own birthday; coming soon

Kissy Missy

Kissy's precense was just like a warm breeze

Children were naturally loud but how about ones who preffered the quiet?

She'd stay with them, observing how one reads books and underlining meanings she desn't know or another who was busy with their hands crafting

She allows them to sit on her, feeling like a fluffy cushion as they showed her what they made and she would communicate via sticky notes

For the little ones that had a glum day or weren't feeling mentlly well, she caresses their head, let them trace patterns on her fur and enjoy the silence

You were aware not to disturb them when a child was secluded along with Kissy in the corner, diverting the attention of others who ask with a game of tag

Kissy was more emotionally inclined, owning a lot of emphathy and understanding and hating unfairness

She makes sure everybody was included in on games

The ones who struggled to take in rules had them explained by their friends next to them, Playtime was a safe space to learn and the pink sourpatch kid made sure of it

Winning and losing in games are also all the same, enlightening the young ones that there will always be a lesson in those two circumstances and to never bring down anybody

Unlike Huggy, Kissy doesn't have the anatomy of a trash compactor

Instead, she was more on the literature side

Writing was her forte wherever it was poems, letters or drabbles, she was extremely smart

Kids of all ages would surround her, writing their own stories and letters to their friends or family members for their visit at Playtime

They wholeheartedly trust Kissy to read their writing because her encouragement and praise kept them going. She'd clap her hands with that silly smile on her face and pat their heads

When Dogday let children explore their imagination, Kissy worked with them on their grammar and vocabulary

The engineers were quite amazed at how she teaches, for one who doesn't talk, she was really intelligent

She'd go through daily maintenence and the engineers would talk amongst themselves

"Hey, if I asked her to check on my grammar, would that alright?"

"What, the letter to your wife?"

"Yeah. I don't want to receive another letter telling me my misspellings were god awful to read"

Just like the youth, the workers tend to trus them more than their coworker, such private writing should be kept for the receiver's eyes and the proof reader's

There was encouragement in her heart when she circles and ticks the writing in pencil so the workers see what they should fix, the little quotations of "Good job!" and "Nice!" were noted when they were handed back their letters

Imagine Kissy praising the letter to your wife with a doodle on the corner but underlining the misspelling of "serenpidity", it had grown men scratching the back of their heads

Writing also builds character, character means appearance

She encourages kids to have their own choice in appearance, expressing themselves in colourful clothes or their interests

Kissy also loves brushing hair

She would often do roleplays where she was the hair dresser, wrapping a salon cape around a kid and combing leisurely

A book filled with the pictures of the orphans and their hairstyles was even made to indulge into the roleplaying

She'll know which hair brush to use depending on hair texture. If that child's hair is curly, straight, etc, she is very open to learning how to style it

Kissy would call you over when you had nothing to do, placing you on a comfortable pillow and start brushing your hair

Except you do all the talking. She pulls all types of clips, accessories and bands to style your hair, looping the hair strands into her hands.

If you're bald, she'll give you a nice head wash, patting your squeaky clean head with a happy rumble

She'll also be decorated with ornaments on her fur, little butterflies and flowers in turn

She would so love the bows girlies put behind their heads, pointing to herself when she passes the bow to you; wanting you to put it behind her head

You hold up a mirror to let her see herself, that sweet smile on her face spreading

At the end of the day, she checks up on you to make sure you were feeling alright with your job

Because adults of course felt a lot of stress and she wrap a long pink arm around your shoulder

She sees how hard you work for this company, patting your head to lay it on her shouder. She makes sure not to move, seeing your eyes begin to shut by the minute

You tried to talk, softly giggling to herself when she sees you trailing to unconsciousness