#aaaa sorry i dont have more muse for one thread over another i just saw we talking about roy and my brain went “we talking about roy?!!!”
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⋆ ★ ❝ We're still learning about ourselves too I suppose. ❞ Oh, interesting. She begs the question as to where the other him is tethered when they aren't fronting. ❝ If these batteries were to run low on charge then he should return and I shall have to wait until he finds some newer batteries again. ❞ They nod to the old batteries. ❝ But they made me promise that I'd hold onto the old ones, that way we can change back and forth quicker. I-he-we miss you when the other one is dormant... well this is your first time meeting me specifically but I've always been there. ❞
This Doi's jaw went slack at the mention of their father, how allegedly their otherself must have said something that seemed detrimental. Enough for Charlie to want to fight him. In any which-way necessary. They tilted their head... ❝ Dad? ❞ Humming a ��little to themselves. Trying to think about what Dad might have done wrong (specifically anyway), they flinch when they remember raw puppet limbs and parts. How Dad always used to eat what he didn't like or how Dad was a little unsophisticated without his batteries charged. - which, like Doi, was most of the time - Unless they could find batteries. Roy would certainly get upset with them sometimes if they steered the course but it felt like he couldn't be blamed for everything.
❝Our Dad...for whatever we said. He's flawed and he's done wrong but I think whatever's going on is bigger than him. For all his bluster...Dad's - well ... wearing a chain around his neck, figuratively,❞ He's not so sure where he got the concept of chains from,...it's as though someone had once told him that everyone had chains.
⋆ ★ ❝ He may seem dangerous, but I - we love him. And I think that it wasn't that he was incapable of getting it right more like he never had the tools to.❞ Their hands reach for their own more corroded batteries. ❝ Just like me- just like us. Before we got out of that house. We never had access to much of anything; the world outside, these batteries, we weren't allowed to express our love for the colour green. Do you see what I mean? We were all trapped in there together. I think Dad is trapped too. I want to free him somehow. I want to free all of them. I know Dad has more love than he's been capable of showing right now. ❞
/ @cantfixyou . CONTINUED
#「 🖍️⋆ green is not a creative colour . ic 」#「 ❝ have we gone wrong ? ❞ 」#「 🔋 . charged 」#aaaa sorry i dont have more muse for one thread over another i just saw we talking about roy and my brain went “we talking about roy?!!!”#i'll get to low charge doi and charlie asap because i lvoe both our threads so much#also continued it because i editor hoped i'm now on beta#tw: dad issues
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