Now, it's no secret that The Gentleman is the keeper of this kingdom's secrets, and he is willing to answer almost anything❣ From The Foul's favorite snacks to the schedule of our great country's wheat trains, he has a reply ready for all of your curious minds' questions
Curiosity is a gift every one of us should use, no matter how old you are
Even your dear host has questions, and he's ▇▇⭑.ᐟ
So don't be shy, send us what your inquiries, drawings, comments, ideas, your imagination is the limit ♡𖤓♪
And remember,
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-OOC-
Heya, I'd rather not link my main account for privacy reason, but I got told by some people that I should make this account!
If you are in a very specific mcr server or two, you'll probably recognize me but shhhhh, you know nothing
I was a bit scared since there are already like 2 or 3 other gentleman account, but I love him so much, I had to
Roleplays? ── Yay
Asks (violent, silly, freaky, etc.) ── Yay
Dm ── Yay
Hate ── Nay
Tags
The morning mail: Asks
Morning announcements: Important status updates
The blueprint: Things related to @gentleman-castle
The short one: Things related to @draags-national-clerk
Oh Great One: Things related to @his-grand-immortal-dictator
NOT Marianna: Things related to @draagsdaughter
The Daughter: Things related to @th3l1ghtb3h1ndmy3y3s
The Assistant: Things related to @draags-star-assistant
The Puppet: Things related to @the-gentleman-castle
The Doll: Things related to @fix-yourheart
The Band Singer: Things related to Gerard
The Orb: Things related to the freaky eyeball in my dms, NOT the show character
Only the first post of roleplays will be tagged, you can find the rest of them in the reblogs!
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[He stood there, frozen. Worse things have happened to him for less. Even if Henry wasn’t going to do anything- he’d have to tread lightly. Not worth getting hurt. Not worth loosing someone he can trust.]
[They could’ve had an answer to Henry, but it, by now, they didn’t want to say. They fought back the tears in their eyes, they didn’t need to cry now. They could be brave for once. Gentleman didn’t get why a simple change in tone scared them so much.]
[Everything in their mind was screaming for them to run away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that, he couldn’t bring himself to reject his clones offer.]
. . .
okay
. . .
[He’s lying run run run run run run run run run run run run run]
I’m sorry- I really am! I didn’t mean it- I swear I didn’t- I promise- please don’t be mad. . .
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[He stood there, frozen. Worse things have happened to him for less. Even if Henry wasn’t going to do anything- he’d have to tread lightly. Not worth getting hurt. Not worth loosing someone he can trust.]
[They could’ve had an answer to Henry, but it, by now, they didn’t want to say. They fought back the tears in their eyes, they didn’t need to cry now. They could be brave for once. Gentleman didn’t get why a simple change in tone scared them so much.]
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[He stood there, frozen. Worse things have happened to him for less. Even if Henry wasn’t going to do anything- he’d have to tread lightly. Not worth getting hurt. Not worth loosing someone he can trust.]
[They could’ve had an answer to Henry, but it, by now, they didn’t want to say. They fought back the tears in their eyes, they didn’t need to cry now. They could be brave for once. Gentleman didn’t get why a simple change in tone scared them so much.]
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[He stood there, frozen. Worse things have happened to him for less. Even if Henry wasn’t going to do anything- he’d have to tread lightly. Not worth getting hurt. Not worth loosing someone he can trust.]
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[He stood there, frozen. Worse things have happened to him for less. Even if Henry wasn’t going to do anything- he’d have to tread lightly. Not worth getting hurt. Not worth loosing someone he can trust.]
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
No matter how much he tried, he'd never fix himself.
Yet, if he accepted this reality, would he get worse?
Would he never get up again when he falls once more.
Henry was scared of who he'd be without hope.
"I'm..."
He put down the plate on the counter and simply stood there.
What would a father do?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you like this"
Pathetic.
"I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just..."
Pathetic.
"I'll eat breakfast. You're right, I should. And then we can do something together, alright?"
His voice was soft once more and a weak smile played on his lips.
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
You need to take care of yourself, don’t you? That’s. . Important, right. . ?
[He didn’t understand Henry’s shift in mood. Why was he upset? Gentleman wanted him to be alright. He knew that he could take it- but why should he when he has all the opportunity not to?]
Something so weak shouldn't have so much power over him. Something so weak shouldn't be able to make him feel bad about himself. Something so weak shouldn't make him feel so weak.
"Sure."
The pancake was now a little crispy. He had gotten distracted. With a sigh, he turned off the stove and placed one a plate next to the bowl of the uncooked mixture.
The thought of making any more of them made him sick.
He picked up a fork and a knife from the drawer and presented the plate to the boy, trying his best not to seem irritated.
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Henry hated being told what to do. At least, what to do about his health. He could take care of himself, and if he didn't want to, then it would be his problem and nobody else's.
For a moment, he thought about getting angry, to scold the boy for his insolence, but why would he? Simply because the puppet was worried about him?
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[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
Henry had probably done worse to himself than skipping a meal. Sure, the smell of the food was mouth-watering, at least by his simple standards, but he could convince himself he wasn't hungry. He could convince the boy he wasn't.
"Meh, I don't usually eat breakfast anyway. I know, I know, people say it's unhealthy, but it doesn't affect me so...."
Doesn't affect me that much.
"Would you uh..."
What did kids like again? This was part of his job, to know such things, yet he seemed to have completely forgotten.
Please check your calendar again dear, you seem to be somewhat lost and if you do not correct your confusion soon, you might be in need of government-mandated help.
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
Henry really hoped he hadn't brought down the mood. After all, it was too early to accidentally ruin someone's day.
The puppet's confession made him both sad and proud. A selfish pride in his action couldn't outweigh the melancholy of reality. If only he could help him.
Henry wasn't fit to help people anyway.
"I could skip breakfast if you'd like and we can watch TV. I'd feel awkward eating the stuff I made for you"
[The Gentleman had left the stage the second he could. Blood had concluded, and he needed to leave. he was trying to find a way out through tears, through the people around him. they seemed to pay no mind to him, but even then the possibility of getting hurt was terrifying. while in the blur of people henry spotted him . . .]
Where’s the exit this time?
[he came up to henry, asking the question, with little regard for how his voice could barely be heard between the static and quietness of him. as tears ran down his face, it became apparent he didn’t care.]
[@the-castle-gentleman]
Supervising. That's what they told him to do tonight. Just watch. And oh how boring it was. The same old thing but with a worse view from backstage. What had happened wouldn't matter tomorrow anyway.
Leaving was his first priority, getting wasted or worse was his second. Not... This. Not babysitting a puppet with his face. His worry confused Henry. Shouldn't he know already that his mama would come back? Either way, the boy had already spotted him, he couldn't leave now.
"I... This place is a bit of a maze, how about I show you?"
He tried ignoring the boy's tears. He didn't want to see him cry, to see him weak and broken. This felt wrong.
