ᴅᴏ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴍʏ ɢᴜɴ?
𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦.
𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥
𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁,
𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗴𝗲,
𝗺𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘁á𝗻
I finished this like 2 weeks late shush》
I finished this like 2 weeks late shush》
[patting her head!]
thank you, though!
( her arm wraps around the other. an attempt at a hug. )
[soldato shuffles closer, awkwardly giving a hug.]
hiya. who is yous? yer kinda cozy.
[patting her head!]
[soldato shuffles closer, awkwardly giving a hug.]
hiya. who is yous? yer kinda cozy.
c’mere, c’mere. bring it in! just be careful of my left arm.
[soldato shuffles closer, awkwardly giving a hug.]
hiya. who is yous? yer kinda cozy.
hugs?
hugs?
:<
Connie banged him up bad enough.
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:<
No, Solly. You're not pummling the pizza boy.
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... once he gives me dah okay!
... once he gives me dah okay!
[he brightens up a little at the compliment. gator tail wags.]
jus' so i could make ya somet'ing nice!
"Well, i'll admit i'm a little impressed."
°•He inspects the plushy a little closer•°
"I didn't know you could sew at all."
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[he seems embarrassed.]
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hope it's alrigh'.
[he brightens up a little at the compliment. gator tail wags.]
jus' so i could make ya somet'ing nice!
[he seems embarrassed.]
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hope it's alrigh'.
°•He looks back over at Soldato, still looking amused. He inspects the little plushy. Warms his heart really, whenever his henchmen do anything•°
"It's nice. Where'd you get the things for it?"
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[he moves around, showing the rather scuffed looking crow with stuffing haphazardly filling it... it just needs a few more stitches, but it actually looks pretty good. it's decently small, though.]
what ya t'ink?
[he seems embarrassed.]
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hope it's alrigh'.
[he moves around, showing the rather scuffed looking crow with stuffing haphazardly filling it... it just needs a few more stitches, but it actually looks pretty good. it's decently small, though.]
what ya t'ink?
"I'm a bird, but my favourite..?"
°•Furrowing his eyebrows•°
"Well, either crows or bunnies, take your pick."
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uh. what's yer favorite animal? it'sa bird, ain't it?
[quickly putting back into the stuffed animal, at least for now.]
[he moves around, showing the rather scuffed looking crow with stuffing haphazardly filling it... it just needs a few more stitches, but it actually looks pretty good. it's decently small, though.]
what ya t'ink?
uh. what's yer favorite animal? it'sa bird, ain't it?
[quickly putting back into the stuffed animal, at least for now.]
"You'll get there."
°•A firm pat on the shoulder. He has the decency to turn away•
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it's s'pposed tah go in the t'ing.
[soldato mumbled, still shielding the stuffed animal from sight.]
uh. what's yer favorite animal? it'sa bird, ain't it?
[quickly putting back into the stuffed animal, at least for now.]