๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐:@turntechGodbird There's paint on your talons. The daises are grey. You could've sworn you were painting them white. When did you start doing this at all? You're smiling. It strains the muscles in your face. You look nothing like yourself. "He's gone." You laugh, swiping the paintbrush across a few more petals to turn them grey. He was limp. Dead. Had to be, and isn't it the funniest thing in the world to think your kid is dead. "That's not funny." You double over at her tone, nearly dropping the paintbrush. When you turn, she's frowning. It's hard to say if she's mad or just distressed. Either way, you're cackling at the expression she wears. Can't she see how funny it is? When your laughter dies down, you find your voice again. "Not a joke. He's gone forever." You really believe it. You can't stop smiling. Your emotions during this one...I've felt not much else like it. #death ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐
shits on me and hes fine ftr but guess i really did think he died during all of that
Believe it or don't I'm not exactly forcing you too. I'm just a box after all who doesn't remember a thing outside of its purpose.
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Hm?
its nothing just wonderin who the hell you were before then those memories gotta be somewhere id assume but guess its probably not my business at the end of the day
yea he means everything to me
Suppose you are right, well one day I will remember. Perhaps I knew you? Though it's a long shot I suppose. Even if I did I'm not the same as I once was.
maybe you did guess well see if you ever remember
Perhaps, suppose we'll just have to see.