[An anxious silence as he thinks about the people Jedao had teaching him things. It only took him three years, but he had multiple teachers, teachers that it sounds like were there just for him.
Moreover, to someone who can only truly remember about a week, three years seems like an eternity of time.]
I don't have mind experts. How long will it take without them?
Moreover, to someone who can only truly remember about a week, three years seems like an eternity of time.]
I don't have mind experts. How long will it take without them?
[He's a little too tender not to get caught offguard by the hug, and a small oof of surprise escapes him when he's gripped like that, going stiff for just a second - but then he feels that well of emotion rise up again, and he wraps his arms around Jedao's chest to hug him back just as tight, and his ears wiggle a little from the sheer overwhelming warmth of it all.
Flapjack just watches all this from on top of his head, with an almost parental joy in his single open eye.]
Flapjack just watches all this from on top of his head, with an almost parental joy in his single open eye.]
Y-yeah, that's- it is. Thanks.
[He feels weirdly seen right now, and there's still an echo in his soul that wants to cover up and hide from it, that still can't help but associate it with the threat of harm, but Jedao was soft and the hug was nice and the bread smells good, and he'll - honestly, quite happily - let himself be towed to the couch.
Flapjack jumps off his head immediately as he sits, landing next to the platter with an expectant chirp at Hunter, and he giggles softly as he picks up the toast and breaks a piece off for his palisman.]
[He feels weirdly seen right now, and there's still an echo in his soul that wants to cover up and hide from it, that still can't help but associate it with the threat of harm, but Jedao was soft and the hug was nice and the bread smells good, and he'll - honestly, quite happily - let himself be towed to the couch.
Flapjack jumps off his head immediately as he sits, landing next to the platter with an expectant chirp at Hunter, and he giggles softly as he picks up the toast and breaks a piece off for his palisman.]
Why can you want something but also not want the same thing at the same time?
...Hm. [He doesn't say anything else for a few long seconds, doesn't say that he doesn't need or want Jedao's help, which is the snarling defense painted over his nerves at letting anyone know more about his feelings.
.......annnnnnd then he hangs up.]
.......annnnnnd then he hangs up.]
[Yellow catches it, barely, that last bit of advice. It stops him from hanging up immediately. Gets an uncertain pause, a whole new wave of emotions rolling over him that he doesn't know what to do with.
Instead he gives another little awkward affirmative grunt, and hangs up this time without smashing his communicator against the desk in his room.]
Instead he gives another little awkward affirmative grunt, and hangs up this time without smashing his communicator against the desk in his room.]
Hunter's eyes go wide when the tiny dragon jumps onto the couch, but it's immediately obvious that he is besotted by it, if the way his eyes light up is any indication.
Which is definitely confirmed by the delighted whisper of "I love him." a moment later.
Flapjack, who is too old to be jealous but never too old to make a new friend, flits up onto Jedao's other shoulder to chirp curiously at Jeep. Another familiar? Friend!!
Which is definitely confirmed by the delighted whisper of "I love him." a moment later.
Flapjack, who is too old to be jealous but never too old to make a new friend, flits up onto Jedao's other shoulder to chirp curiously at Jeep. Another familiar? Friend!!
I want to come feel something nice.
...Please.
...Please.
The last one. The last one is it.
[He's relieved to have a straightforward answer.]
[He's relieved to have a straightforward answer.]
...For Arthur to care about me like he cares about John.
No. [Not defensive, just honest.] I don't know. It would be... different. John says Arthur hates him sometimes, too, but. I've never seen him be angry at John.
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