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[onwingsofflame]

[Kidlet's looking rather disheveled today, kneeling on the ground outside and crying.]

B-Big Brother... wh-wh-where are you... I-I've been a good boy... I really, really have... I w-won't be a bad boy, s-s-so where are you... why aren't you coming to bring me home... wh-why aren't you here... I wanna go home now... I wanna see Mama a-and Papa and I want you here...

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Do you want cookies?

[onwingsofflame]

I can have 'em? Really really?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you can.

[onwingsofflame]

Yay!

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I don't know what cookies there are, but we can find them.

[onwingsofflame]

Okay! [holds on tightly to Asch's hand]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[leads the way to the kitchen]

[onwingsofflame]

[humming a little as they go~]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[lets go once they arrive, starting to look for cookies]

[onwingsofflame]

[follows along]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[carefully climbs on one of the counters to look higher up]