He was nervous too. The big red one had not been sighted for most of the day. The yellow puppet assumed that he’s probably just in bed, avoiding this all but there was no avoiding any of this anymore. He truly thought he would be ready for whatever Duck threw at him, literally or metaphorically,…he still wasn’t ‘people-smart’. Smart but not emotionally smart.
Doi was convinced that they would just have to keep their head down while getting an earful or having their ‘puzzle sabotaged’ again. None of that. Duck actually confesses to being worried for him. A sniff. He could have threw himself at the other, just knowing he did actually care and his fears that he never had or wouldn’t now he had started acting differently were trumped. And he was glad to be wrong this time.
Finally, he didn’t feel alone in this, finally some semblance that he didn’t have to feel like he was wrong or crazy. He refrains from leaping at the opportunity. The other had only just openly acknowledged all of this after all.
•:•:•: ❝ I know. Thank you. Thank you for helping me even though you didn’t fancy it. I feel the same. It feels; well it’s scary to recognise that maybe we’re never really alone in this place. Teachers or no. And if they didn’t run away every time I stopped them spouting off nonsense…well one of us would end up in another accident, or dead, ❞ Maybe not an issue for Duck but Doi had been incredibly upset when they had him buried in that hole that once. ❝or worse…or something. ❞ He looks toward the date. It’s been the longest day yet. Was it because he had caused this by messing around with this stuff?
A hand grazes his battery pack. ❝Thank you for the offer… ❞ Normally he would have jumped at the idea of being tucked in by Duck, and have some of his special chamomile tea. A sigh. ❝I know you like the me that doesn’t think at all, the me that goes with whatever’s going on, the me who doesn’t really think for himself. I do too. There’s safety in not thinking all the time but I’m not really sure if I can do that. My other self,…he…he well we know he’d just forget to put the fresh batteries back in and everything will just carry on as normal and we wouldn’t have made any progress… I promise; as soon as we have this figured out I’ll go back to the way …the way I was before. I know it must be dissapointing but I just can’t be him right now… ❞ But one fresh look at his friend has him stop. A look of empathy. He can see what this is doing to the latter puppet. ❝Sorry. I’ll,…I’ll go to bed now. ❞ He stands up, carefully placing the strips of paper back onto the table. ❝…Could you, maybe, still tuck me in?❞
🦆 " ... What do you mean by that? 'Never really alone'? ---- NOPE! " He suddenly shouts to deter any and all answers and abruptly returns to being calm. " Nevermind the questions, the questionings of things, nevermind all that. Listen... " Waddling over and helping to begin quickly tidying the floor, sweeping up all the shreddings into his wings and place it on the kitchen table. He was at least careful to keep the connected bits together this time, however.
" I like... every you, silly. " The Duck scoffs over his shoulder, hiding his sincerity behind his irritation, but he can't help how admitting it makes him scrunch into his shoulders, pretending to tidy pieces he knows he doesn't understand so he had a reason not to look up at them. It occurs to him the yellow one perhaps... often doubted if the bird liked him. Perhaps it was a worm in their brain. Or... perhaps he could do to tell them out loud, for once. " The 'you' that breaks my things. The 'you' that forgets our password-- yes, even the 'you' that makes up words and finishes my crossword puzzles... You can't fool me, smart boy. I can tell it-- that's all nothing but the same strange, annoying you. " Finally, after a pause, they're looked directly at again, almost a sadness in the duck's big, round eyes. " Just... promise me with all this 'progress' making you're up to... " Progress towards what? Oh, if only these questions would stop filling his head. " ... We'll... still be friends after. Won't we? "
But the duck perks up at their offer, a smile even his beak of a mouth could convey, his giddiness only barely suppressed for the sake of composure. " O-of course! " He patters closer. " And if you aren't sleepy by the time it heats, I'll have us both a cuppa chamomile too! "
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