to be perfect is to be puppetted. you, an extension of them ๏น your life their playground, your autonomy their toy. how useful you are when shed of self โ when all that remains is obedience inside pretty shell.
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โโ isnโt there something more . . . a dream you once upheld ๐ค master .แ you must fight on for what you set out to do . . I am but a distraction from that goal โ that wish . โ
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๐๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ it to the ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฉ
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ along the ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ง'๐จ ๐๐๐๐
Don't ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ down, just ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ your ๐๐๐๐
Or you'll be ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐๐๐
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ oh, no need to fret yourself. it would be a shame if you got sandy on my behalf . โ
a softened expression as the much larger gazes down at the other.
ah !
thereโs plenty of excitement shimmering from the smol oneโs eyes. frankly, itโs quite admirable to say the least.
โ small one, are you sure you are up to such task ? โ
a slight perk to the otherwise hunched over servant, locks of hair shaking off stray flecks of sand whilst she turns to face him.
โOh, masterโฆ!
yes. it does appear the hole is much too smallโฆ Iโm afraid if I dig any further and I may make too much of a mess.โ
the beast of curiosity peeks down at the much smaller, nose scrunched as the granules of sand sprinkle from the tips of her hair.
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โ It would be unreasonable to assign such a task to you, stranger. I also believe itโd be best I donโt make such a messโฆ โ