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﹙returning its weight, the vessel glanced between friend and the man. raising a hand, it pointed to its own chest, head tilted ever so slightly as to say 'me .ᐣ'﹚
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"I'm...having the feeling he might be working on something for you..he managed to find..or make one before..so why not again?"
*Friend says in a strange way as if he isn't believing his own words*
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﹙leaning into the head pats instinctively, the feeling familiar to its body. even so, it seemed puzzled at mettaton's comment. sure, it could figure it out eventually. but, for now ...﹚
∗ f ind ... .ᐣ
∗ ... ... ...
∗ find.
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Stolen, you say...
Oh, darling, what a tragedy.
[ * He gently pats the vessel's head, frowning. Trying to provide a bit of comfort. ]
But if anybody can find it, it's you, isn't it?
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﹙the man wasn't of any concern to the vessel — - assumedly due to a lack of understanding. still, any presence was better than being alone in the darkness of the void.﹚
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TWITTER FREED ME AAAAH)
*Friend returns the word with a rare gentle smile before noticing the Strange Man working on a experiment yet remains silent to not anger the Man during a possibly big test of something*
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∗ ... ... ... ❓
﹙curious fingers fidgeted with the smooth plastic, finding its grip with no sense of urgency. it did, however, manage to pull the lid off with an assuring 𝙥𝙤𝙥 .ᐟ﹚
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﹙head cocked, the vessel peered to the other side of the capsule. 𝘳𝘦𝘥. thankfully, at the very least, the color was familiar to it. gentle steps carried the soulless body to the bright red half, both hands extended to inspect it.﹚
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﹙His own hand came up to meet theirs on the other side of the clear plastic, palm to palm through the barrier. He softened his voice automatically, like speaking to a scared kid or a stray animal.﹚
✷ Yeah. Help. That’d be great. Can you—uh—pull the red half? Twist it, maybe?
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﹙the vessel shook it's head, it standing upright being a good indicator that no harm was done. approaching the sphere that held battat captive, the almost-human kneeled. curious fingers tapped on the clear half, observing the texture and peering at its prisoner within.﹚
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﹙He twisted in the sphere, squinting back through the clear part at the figure he’d nearly flattened. Their empty stare met his from above. He blinked once, trying to gauge if they were alive, a prop, or another weird guest star.﹚
✷ Uh… hi? …Didn’t hit you, did I?
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﹙the vessel managed to, coincidentally, take a step just before being 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 by the rogue prize capsule. its gaze followed, watching in awe and curiosity.﹚
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﹙releasing the fabric, letting its sweater drape back down over its chest. glancing off to the side, it held its hands behind its back in a shy manner. how was the soulless vessel to explain that its soul was forced into someone else ... .ᐣ﹚
∗ ss ... stol en.
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[ * eye widens in shock, hand lifting to cover his lips. what a horrific sight. His eyes remained there for just a moment. ]
Oh, honey.
How did this happen?
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﹙nodding its head— - almost excitedly .ᐟ and just to prove it, the vessel would lift its sweater, allowing thar gaping hole in their torso to be revealed, the perfect size for a soul to fit.﹚
∗ loss t.
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[ * He would pay close attention to the vessel attempting so very hard to communicate, head tilting curiously. Connecting the dots had not proven difficult once he had realized this was not just any typical little human. ]
Oh, my...
is that what you're looking for, darling?
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﹙regardless of the things it couldn't do, the vessel at least seemed content with friend at its side. it continued petting the shadow, nuzzling its face into his side.﹚
∗ friend ...
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*Friend looks at the Vessel with slight concern for it's well being*
"Getting a soul could proof..troublesome...not impossible..but definitely low odds.."
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﹙its gaze is fixed on the heart for a moment, though it wouldn't dare touch after being told not to. instead, a hand retreated to its own chest, clenching the fabric of its sweater between its fingers— - right where its soul should be underneath.﹚
∗ s oul ... ... ...
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[ * He laughs once more with that sweet attempt at his name, putting down a knee and leaning back slightly to allow the vessel to take a look at his soul. ]
That's right, darling. My SOUL. You are so very clever!
[ * A little pat on their head. ]
Though, that we cannot touch.
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﹙with friend settled beside it, their body shifted, resting it's weight onto the shadow. ideally, the vessel yearns for a soul of its own. stealing someone else's ... since it doesn't understand the morality of such an action, perhaps it could suffice as a back-up plan.﹚
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*Friend takes a moment to get his act together before sitting down next to Vessel with his large size thinking about how to give the Vessel more things to do yet at the end fails to come up with something*
"Oh, stea- borrowing Kris soul during his naps...that sounds fun"