( he remembers those days .. full of learning ——- then a reward of playtime with his best friend . those days were the * best . now , the two would never even think about such a thing ,. )
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ᅠᅠ( * The boy — no older than ten years
ᅠof age — had been eagerly waiting
ᅠfor his twin to trot down the steps
ᅠof the schoolhouse, bookbag slung
ᅠover his shoulder , * delighted to be
ᅠfree from the confines of structured
ᅠlearning. )
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( he repeats , mind wandering back to the hours spent there .. how their father would warn them about staying out to late , only for them to disobey that .. at the time , such an act was villainous . )
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( a few vigorous blinks from the mug;; these * nightmares were still difficult to grasp . seeing how innocent they were —- how innocent his * brother was .. it makes him sick to see the younger sitting there , )
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ᅠᅠ( * sitting outside of a school house —
ᅠa pouch of coins in his lap, kicking
ᅠhis legs back and forth.
ᅠLooks like he's waiting for someone! )
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( such a sweet looking kid would end up ruining his own life just for a smidge of adrenaline . )
who’re waiting for ?
( is tone is reserved , quiet ;; trying to appear as if he isn’t nauseated at )
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make sure you’re .. set for the night until i hit the hay . I don’t want you to be awake alone , anyway .
( inviting the idea of staying up with his other half——— now resting upon the foot of the bed . )
( he believed there was no god——- no angel to save them in their time of need . those countless fights spent begging—— pleading to himself for some sort of holy intervention , only to be battered and )
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ᅠᅠ( * The devout and holy intent , a savoir
ᅠto cleanse those who commit acts
ᅠof sin . The pieces of dishware that must be cleansed in the divine sink .
ᅠCuphead was never a devout believer.
ᅠHe found the sermons their father
ᅠwould recite boring, )
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( then , maybe , he’d devote himself to a higher up——- but for now , nothing had come to save them—— so he shall not waste his time on make believe figures . )
i want to make sure you’re alright first .
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( a nod is given . )
i’m swell , cup . swear on it . they’ve got me set up real nice——— it’s .. odd . quiet without you snoring like a mad man .
( a light joke—— only to ease the nerves . )
( if only he knew what his brother was up to . maybe , if he did , he would join him——— but to mugman , praying is something cuphead would never do;; not in a million years . it’s not like him . )
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ᅠ( * Mentally debating the invitation .
ᅠHe knows if he denies , mugman
ᅠwouldn't let him be — or , at the very
ᅠleast , the younger wouldn't be able
ᅠto finish the divination he so begged for. )
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( deal . but it never seemed to mean much to them both . )
( careful to help steady the other ;; to risky for a slip up , allowing him to plop on the bed , hand still idle against porcelain . )
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doesn’t do any good sitting on the ground like this .
( ignoring the part about resting . truthfully , he hasn’t been able to rest well away from the cup . )
( optics trail down to his hands——- curious , perhaps he’s hiding something . it looks as such .. once again , cautious steps are taken towards his brother . )
mmmm .. thought as such———
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ᅠ( * still ever tense —— shoulders
ᅠsquared , arms moved to fold , hiding
ᅠhis hands ; almost if they're tainted
ᅠwith sin . He gives a softer look ,
ᅠhowever — that wall slightly crumbling . )
ᅠᅠth' medicine , ain't the best
ᅠat dealin’ with pain .
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Atleast they’ve got you up and kicking again .. I’m sure they can find something else for the pain .
( resting a gentle hand atop cupheads shoulder , offering his free hand out . )
cmon——- let’s get you up .
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