* ‘what’s it like having a button eye?’ curiosity once again gets the better of you before you even get the chance to stop yourself from running your mouth. still, asking such a question shouldn’t be so bad, right? after all, you are simply curious. being around monsters with parts that don’t quite align to your own is fascinating, after all. you just can’t help yourself at times.
* ‘since it has .. three holes and all, do you see thrice as well? or are you thrice as blind in that one?’ you tilt your head to the side. interested, you are. you wonder if this is any offense to seam – but does that really apply when referring to a plush cat? ah. maybe you’re being strange. you wonder briefly if your mother would be surprised if she found out you go around asking nonchalantly about monster parts.
IF THERE’S ONE thing seam isn’t used to, it’s being asked questions about themself. it’s been a long time since anyone took interest in them. a long time since someone came along who didn’t know everything seam had been willing to share, once upon a time.
that’s the thing about their little kingdom — everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows everything about everyone.
but that’s all CHANGED now, hasn’t it?
the lightner has no fear, or so it seems. no filter between thought and word. and the barrage of questions catch the old shopkeeper by surprise, for seam cannot fathom a reason why someone would want to know such things.
perhaps it is this impropriety that warms them to the idea of being open once more. it’s almost exciting, to be in the presence of someone unpredictable once again.
“you have quite the IMAGINATION, ” seam says with a warm laugh that’s more of a purr. “that’s a good thing! i think this world would be better off if everyone had a little more imagination.”
it’s an odd thing to say about a place forged entirely from children’s toys and games. enough, even, to perhaps make one wonder if it’s the dark world that seam is speaking of.
“as for your question, it’s simply a… replacement.” they could probably make something up, something far more exciting, but they find themself drawn to telling the true version of the story, for some reason they can’t quite wrap their mind around. “you see this SCAR here?” one large paw traces the long stitch on their face, running from the edge of the orange button. “beneath this button is a large gouge. it’s rather gory and unpleasant.” another laugh, as they watch kris’ reaction. “cotton everywhere.” with their good eye, they wink. “think of it like an eye patch. does that make sense?”