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⏤ 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆,
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[ they press their cheek atop spamton’s head, closing their eyes for a moment, absorbing the shock . ]

Listen to me . You are not frozen because you are weak . You are frozen because what you are facing is … monstrous .

[ her voice is low, steady, a deliberate anchor amidst a storm of panic . ]
November 18, 2025 at 12:44 AM
[ the butler’s hand, which had been gently stroking spamton’s hair, freezes for a split second . then, the hold on the addison tightens, pulling him impossibly closer, as if swatch could shield him from the words he'd just spoken . ]

... Oh, Spamton .
November 18, 2025 at 12:44 AM
… How about we start with telling me what’s going on, hm .. ?
November 17, 2025 at 5:27 AM
[ he makes a soft, shushing sound, movements slow, deliberate—not to pull away, but to secure the hold . one arm wraps firmly around spamton’s trembling form, holding him close against his chest . her other hand comes up to rest gently on the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair . ]
November 17, 2025 at 5:27 AM
That does not make you pathetic . It simply makes you ...

[ he pauses, searching for the word, and settles on the simplest truth . ]

... a person .
A person who is scared for someone he holds dear .
November 17, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Shhh ... No . You are not stupid .

[ her voice is a low murmur, spoken directly against his temple, stripped of all formality . it’s just ... her . soft, and deeply concerned . ]

You are not useless, my friend . You are 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 . There is a vast difference .

Feeling sorrow, feeling fear ...
November 17, 2025 at 12:09 AM
You are safe here . No one will interrupt . You … you can tell me what happened . Or we can sit in silence . Whatever you need .

I will not judge you, Spamton … you know I won't .
November 16, 2025 at 5:53 AM
[ his heart aches, seeing him like this . so small . so much more like the version of him that she finds herself missing . ]

It’s alright . Just … catch your breath, my friend .

[ they let go of one of his hands to pull out a handkerchief from their pocket, gently wiping away his tears . ]
November 16, 2025 at 5:53 AM
... Oh, my dear friend ...

[ her voice is incredibly soft, stripped of all its usual polished edges . ]

Come. Let’s… let’s not stand in the open . Sit down. Just for a moment .



I am here . You don’t have to be… anything, right now . Just … be . I have you .
November 16, 2025 at 5:38 AM
Spamton . . .

[ their voice loses all its formal cadence, and they cautiously reach forward to clasp his shaking hands in hers . ]

You don’t have to say anything . Just breathe .
November 16, 2025 at 5:21 AM
… You know my door is always open should you need someone to lean on, friend .
November 16, 2025 at 4:58 AM
Maybe ?
November 15, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Pardon my boldness, but I can’t help but feel like you are omitting something from me here, Spamton .
November 15, 2025 at 9:37 PM
… Right . And who would this “somebody” be ?
November 15, 2025 at 9:34 PM
[ looking at him very Pointedly . ]

As I said, yes, I can .
However… I’m concerned about what you plan to do with it .
November 15, 2025 at 2:23 PM
That’s more concerning .
November 15, 2025 at 2:16 PM
I—

. . .

While I am capable of ... puréeing ... an assortment of our café's offerings ... and I am certain I could fashion a suitable implement ... it seems like a rather … inefficient method of dining, even for you .
November 15, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Goodness . Spamton, you look—
… You seem to be in ... a state of some disarray, my friend .
November 15, 2025 at 5:25 AM
[ she lifts her gaze back to him, his form slumped over the polished counter . the sight is… strangely disarming . ]

It is sound advice, nonetheless .

I… do have my own pursuits, of course . Things kept separate from... all of this . So .. I do make some time for myself, if you can believe it .
October 31, 2025 at 1:21 AM
… ‘Putting myself first.’

[ aquiet hum, thoughtful . they stare into their glass, watching the light refract . ]

That is … a novel concept, my friend . I suppose I am so accustomed to balancing the needs of others—Her Majesty’s whims, the Swatchlings’ schedules, the café …
October 31, 2025 at 1:21 AM
[ they watch him, a small, conflicted smile touching their beak . he takes a slow sip of his own drink—it’s sharper than the coffee he’s grown used to, but the warmth spreads pleasantly . it’s familiar .

the formality in their posture has begun to soften, leaning slightly on the stool . ]
October 31, 2025 at 1:21 AM
So … the usual ?
October 22, 2025 at 5:03 AM