imeeji_frontstage | Broacasted memories catchall post

[ uhhh ]

Even if you have a buncha dogs ain't one of 'em dying pretty sad? You'd love 'em, right?

. . . It would be. If I have them, then I'm certain that . . . no, even if I did not own any dogs, I'm certain that I would love them. So - it would be sad, certainly, no matter what.

[ pensive, mournful but not like, breaking apart over this ]

Ya think that'd make ya sad enough to fake a breakdown?

. . . Ah. . .

[ taking a breath, exhaling as he considers ]

. . . What would a breakdown . . . look like?

Uhh ... Cryin', freakin' out, that type of stuff?

. . . . Mm, perhaps it's just that I can't really picture having a dog in the first place. . . ?

Well -- have ya made any friends here?

Friends?

[ like this is the first time he's even heard the word in his life ]

I don't think so.

[ well, ]

Do ya ... like anyone here? Your unitmate?

If it's a matter of like, I like everyone here. My unitmates, too.

So would ya be all torn up if they died?

. . . In some sort of tragedy - ?

Iunno, some freak accident.

[ quiet, visibly looking more distressed as he looks down, jaw clenching ]

. . . Why . . . didn't I die then, too. . . ?

-- Hey, hey, this is all just in yer imagination, right?

[ finally finding a chair, moving to put Luci down in it ]

But that's the kinda thing ya might find inspiration from. Imaginin' what might happen if they all got hurt.

- mm, that's right.

[ with a pause, as he tucks his skirt a bit and then brings his hands up to fiddle with his hair ]

Imagining it is - painful. Those emotions, I understand to be the foundation of a breakdown. But, how to put it . . . "freaking out" is . . . perhaps - beyond me. . . ?

[ he says that though his eyes are a little glassy, tears welling up ]

-- hey, hey. Ya don't need to worry about it. I bet your team can help ya out.

[ a bit guiltily for bringing it up in the first place, awkwardly patting Luci's knee as he goes to his own knees. ]

Now, let's take a look at those kicks of yours.

[ with a little nod, offering up his shoes to him. they're cute and pink and high heeled and padlocked! how fun ]

Perhaps. Ah, what were you planning on doing. . . ?

Good question. Well - - first we oughtta see what these are made of.

[ he takes one padlock in hand, feeling it - - actual metal or something imitating it?]

[ the padlock itself is actual metal but the shoes are made of faux leather. the padlock is also pretty small but like, surprisingly dense ]

Do you plan on breaking them?

Faster than findin' a key. Do you mind if I break 'em?

Mm. . . I don't really mind, but please be careful. It wouldn't be good if you hurt yourself.

I'll be fine.

[ hm, he tests at the faux leather instead, pulling a lock and seeing if the material strains. ]

[ the material is soft but it doesn't strain, firm but not brittle - if anything, it might stretch? and the lock itself doesn't come loose at all ]

[ hm

he tries to go at the fabric with a bit more force, seeing if the material can take the stretch. ]

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