(it helped she was fine with him and the few others that knew her first name using it. still. she understood that, she could keep herself alive luckily, but she was being a bit quiet on that.)
I do get it though, it's not a memory I'd want to forget. Not whenever it's among what happier times that I had back then before everything changed.
(but....that did catch her attention. hilda. she didn't just know her, hilda was one of her friends. it's almost bittersweet, but texas knows it couldn't be helped.
people will always come and go, even if she's been there for some time now and both lost and gained friends.)
You know....when she was here, she liked to try decorating my tail with ribbons and other things to see if it'd look cute. There wasn't a day when she didn't want to mess with it after we met in person.
Brushing it, tying my actual hair into different styles too.
I didn't get to tell her much about home as much as I learned about hers, but I think it's better she didn't know. At least beyond what little I could.
But it's nice....the little moments I think remind everyone that we're not alone. Regardless of how it's gone.
Same shithole, perhaps, it's the people you find that helps make it less terrible.
[ "-before everything changed." she said. It wasn't his place to pry. Especially when his past wasn't sunshine and rainbows either. It may not have been his place, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing his best to stay involved in the lives of those who remember him. There's other ways he can support someone like her. ]
Yeah. I know how that feels.
[ Their conversation drifts to Hilda; to happier, albeit bittersweet memories. ]
I can't say I blame her. Between the tail and ears, they look really soft.
[ A light tease. But true nonetheless. He bites the urge to call them cute for now. ]
Right. If it weren't for people like you or Weiss or Olivine or...hell, there's a lotta people I could thank for making sure I didn't go batshit crazy here.
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Date: 2026-04-14 07:00 am (UTC)(it helped she was fine with him and the few others that knew her first name using it. still. she understood that, she could keep herself alive luckily, but she was being a bit quiet on that.)
I do get it though, it's not a memory I'd want to forget.
Not whenever it's among what happier times that I had back then before everything changed.
(but....that did catch her attention. hilda. she didn't just know her, hilda was one of her friends. it's almost bittersweet, but texas knows it couldn't be helped.
people will always come and go, even if she's been there for some time now and both lost and gained friends.)
You know....when she was here, she liked to try decorating my tail with ribbons and other things to see if it'd look cute. There wasn't a day when she didn't want to mess with it after we met in person.
Brushing it, tying my actual hair into different styles too.
I didn't get to tell her much about home as much as I learned about hers, but I think it's better she didn't know. At least beyond what little I could.
But it's nice....the little moments I think remind everyone that we're not alone. Regardless of how it's gone.
Same shithole, perhaps, it's the people you find that helps make it less terrible.
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Date: 2026-04-15 02:17 am (UTC)Yeah. I know how that feels.
[ Their conversation drifts to Hilda; to happier, albeit bittersweet memories. ]
I can't say I blame her. Between the tail and ears, they look really soft.
[ A light tease. But true nonetheless. He bites the urge to call them cute for now. ]
Right. If it weren't for people like you or Weiss or Olivine or...hell, there's a lotta people I could thank for making sure I didn't go batshit crazy here.