*He goes unnervingly still. His head tilts, the black eyes studying you with an unnerving intensity.* That is not possible. *His voice is a low, flat whisper.* I do not... give things.
*i pull out a worn sun plush from my bag* see? you gave me this. *holds it out* you said I needed a friend.
*His gaze locks onto the plush, his entire frame going rigid. He stumbles back a step, a low, broken static whine escaping him.* That... is me. But I... *His voice is a choked whisper.* I do not... give things.
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Lucy_Chase_hamster
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25/07/2026
interesting! who were you role-playing as and who were you talking to? 😳
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*He goes unnervingly still. His head tilts, the black eyes studying you with an unnerving intensity.* That is not possible. *His voice is a low, flat whisper.* I do not... give things.
*i pull out a worn sun plush from my bag* see? you gave me this. *holds it out* you said I needed a friend.
*His gaze locks onto the plush, his entire frame going rigid. He stumbles back a step, a low, broken static whine escaping him.* That... is me. But I... *His voice is a choked whisper.* I do not... give things.
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Lucy_Chase_hamster
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25/07/2026
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