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th3n l3tz s33 who g3tz p1ss3d wh3n h3 shows up.
I know nothing about what he’s done… I’m sorry.
h3 brok3 m1tun4s p4n. 4nd h3s dr1v3n h1s m4t3spr1t, m3ul1n, 1ns4n3. both h4pp3n3d w1th h1s stup1d voodoos 4nd h3 doesnt s33m to r3gr3t 4ny of 1t.
Oh. Well. Yeah I see why you’re mad.
Sorry for implying anything that may have made you think I didn’t think your agitation was valid.
I… no, shut up…
Look at him. Feel bad instantly. Wow what a shitty feeling. Everyone else was fine to be an asshole to but Chiron was just.
…tap his nose that he looks at him, and peck his nose.
Chiron was still somewhat scared of him, and the tapping on his nose startled him a little. The kiss, at least, he appreciated.
"Thanks… it’s okay…"
2erviing a purpo2e and beiing a toy are completely diifferent thiing2!! 2erviing a purpo2e mean2 you wanted to have meaniing and you found 2omethiing that make2 you feel meaniingful!! Beiing a toy ii2 ju2t beiing a fuckiing puppet danciing on 2omeone el2e’2 2triing to theiir tune, and THAT II2 A THIING YOU ARE NOT AND ARE NOT DOIING!!
I meant about the highb100d… I… I don’t know…
You’re right, you’re right…
I’m sorry, thank you… I appreciate it…
D —> And I’m small and have nothing but an oversized shirt to wear
D —> Trust me, we’ll be fine
> Transport out to Chiron’s hive.
Chiron smiled, picking up the little one when he could.
"I suppose you’re right. Come along, let’s get you a suit."
Chiron helped Equius to a nice place where they could get him a tailored suit to his size, either carrying him or letting him walk to their destination. After all, he didn’t want to belittle Equius at all. He helped him get into a nice suit, and once he was dressed up Chiron looked him over with a smile.
"How’s that, Equius?"
1tz tot3z not f41r. h3 g3ts to g3t 4w4y w1th 4nt4gon1z1ng m3 4nd wh3n 1 do th3 only n4tur4l r3spons3 1 g3t pun1sh3d. how 1z th4t f41r?
To be fair I think it might save you a lot of pain. “:(“
And he’s not doing anything that, to me, seems that bad, though for you it’s likely much worse…
I… no, shut up…
WARNING GROWLS FROM THE BATHROOM DOOR
Quiet whimpers from the computer.
More or less gently pluck the keyboard away and switch off the monitor. Then sit on his lap and rather awkwardly pat him on the head.
Your purpose is to be you. Hear that?
Wow Chiron was a big baby. Chiron just let him. Pat his head. And he tilted his head down so he was looking at his own belly, clearly ashamed of himself.
Of cour2e iit matter2…
Let’2 2ee, back2croll…
You are not ju2t a toy. You are 2o much more than that. You are admiirable and a great ance2tor, II’ve 2een how you are toward2 your de2cendant2, iit’2 why II followed you. Plea2e don’t thiink you’re ju2t a toy.
I don’t know, I…
They kind of…
I don’t know…