#🎻 - - 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⁽ᵛ; ᵐᵃᶤᶰ⁾

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     he had a nice birthday today. got plenty of gifts. felt cared for by his friends.

     so... why does he still feel so empty inside?...

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     he’s pretty sure he just burned his thumb trying to use the stove. he probably deserves it though.

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"hey! happy birthday, sunny! i saved up my allowance to get you a little something to brighten up your room." kel shows off a colorful cat-shaped plush! "ta-daaa! - do you still like stuffed animals? i wasn't sure, but i remembered how fun it was with your old collection, so i thought i'd help you grow another one! what do you think?"

     TRUTHFULLY, THE BOY'S NEVER GROWN PAST his former menagerie of soft, inanimate creatures; although this much he has always outwardly denied for fear of harsh and jeering sentiments among other critical reactions. kel is one of the few with which he has been judiciously honest about the subject matter, and so the present in question does not come as the greatest surprise to him. still, appreciation makes itself known as sunny cradles the small, fluffy feline, “thanks, kel. i'll be sure to take good care of it.”

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     he is forlorn.

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" don't go. please. i... i don't want to be alone... "

emotional prompts.

     “i have to, basil...” with a voice even more muted than usual, he urged for basil to stay behind; for him to remain somewhere far from where sunny's own RELENTLESS shade would inevitably emerge to, in his own words, ‘set things right.’ it was never a matter of if. when it came to omori - the ceaseless blade which effortlessly cut through friend and foe alike - it was always a matter of when. “... he's going to hurt you if i don't.”