// the one thing this community keeps getting wrong is how quickly it pushes people out for headcanoning characters in ways they don't personally agree with. this hasn't been an issue in any other community i've been part of. using different pronouns for a character who โ
( My use of He / They is not to take away from Two Time being nonbinary, in fact, He / They is part of the nonbinary spectrum.
It's unintentionally disrespectful to imply that Two Time being He / They excludes them from the nonbinary spectrum, and makes it seem as if - )
It took him a second to notice the photograph was still in his hand, and he gently set it back where it had been.
Elliot couldn't quite remember what had drawn him to it; maybe the memories it held, fragments of people and places he himself didn't have.
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He drifted back to Seven's side, folding his hands neatly in front of him. [ * I was so distracted I didn't even notice! ]
With a light, teasing motion, he reached up and pinched Seven's cheek, his smile softening into something warmer, more fond.
c.
His fingers curled around a photograph, lifting it with a care that felt almost unfamiliar, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch it at all.
His mouth parted, a question forming, but it dissolved the moment it met the air; he'd been distracted by Seven's question.
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... that refused to take shape no matter how hard he reached for it.
His gaze dropped back to the picture, then lifted again to the house around him. The smile that followed wasn't quite right, something now thin stretched over a growing, hollow confusion.
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Thinking too hard about it made his head spin and his chest tighten, so he avoided it when he could. A half-hearted smile usually did the job, masking the flicker of unease well enough.
[ * Yes! But, when I'm not working, I don't know what to do with myself! So I work! ]
The concern didn't quite land; he didn't realize it wasn't normal for a Robloxian to push themselves to the brink like that.
To him, it just felt like what he was made for, what he had to do.
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His legs wobbled slightly when his feet touched the ground again, but the firmer hold on his arm kept him from stumbling and embarrassing himself.
He let go soon after, brushing out the wrinkles in his shirt.
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[ * I don't have the time to smoke! Or drink! Or sleep! Or anything! Usually I'm always on the move... ] He'd cross his arms, one hand tapping his chin.
[ * It's not like cigarettes even smell that good, so I don't think I'm missing out on anything! ]
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