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Trip is a date everything oc! He is a little jar. MDNI: this game is for 17+, so there will also be 17+ content!

[littlejaranon]

Uh, hi? - Trip (he/they)

Look at the rules please and thank you

I have an OC and my friend convinced me to make a blog for him. This is just a general idea of who he is. So, yeah :)

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A small glass jar who is a bit insecure. He’s small and made of glass, but just wants to help.

He’s a bit stubborn and doesn’t really care for company. He has a close circle. He hates his job, though he pretends he does mostly out of bitter spite.

Location: He’s originally found on the kitchen counter next to the microwave. There’s a bundle of three jars, but one is off centre and has a few little herbs in it and no lid.

He switches location from the kitchen, to the 1st floor bathroom, the laundry room, office, electrical closet, and back to the kitchen.

Appearance: Very pale due to the glass. Almost unnaturally so. His hair is a silver-ish blue and is styled into two low ponytails. His eyes are yellow. He has a scrapes along his arms and legs from where he had previously cracked.

SPECS category: Poise

Likes tinkering, watching Eddie and/or Tony work, getting dirty

Dislikes hammers, Daisuke

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WOAH WOAH WOAH! *Skylar appears before you, seemingly concerned.*

My content aware is getting a reading!

Trip here has some anger management issues that he doesn’t cope with very well.

It usually ends with violence! Since he’s made of glass, he can get injured really easily!

So, you cool with that, or do you wanna skip it?

> Yes

> No

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[glassy-se]

when their hand is pulled from their chest, the crack is gone, but the glass is hot. it has the consistency of thick caramel.

"it's alright, dear."

they hold his hand with their other hand, trying to comfort him

[littlejaranon]

He stares in shock and confusion, “W-what? How…?”

[glassy-se]

"i'm glass itself, darling. any glass, i can fix or manipulate the form of."

they hold a hand to their chest, melting it slightly

"my heart is the hottest point. i use it to melt glass."

[littlejaranon]

He eyes their chest with caution, “okay… does that not hurt?”

[glassy-se]

"the cracks hurt more. the melting feels.. it doesn't hurt. it feels warm and a bit.. numb, i suppose."

they pause, shaping their hand before it cools

"it can hurt others a little. Florence and Dorian both have gotten hurt accidentally in the past. Dorian has learned to open doors for me and i try to keep from getting hot glass on Florence"

[littlejaranon]

“I see.” He seems a bit lost in thought after a bit.

[glassy-se]

"are you alright?"

they seem concerned

[littlejaranon]

“Yes, yes. It’s just a bit hard to think about… I wish I could fix my cracks like that.”

[glassy-se]

"would you like me to try to teach you? it might not work, but i could still try."

[littlejaranon]

“Well… I wouldn’t be opposed…”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[glassy-se]

when their hand is pulled from their chest, the crack is gone, but the glass is hot. it has the consistency of thick caramel.

"it's alright, dear."

they hold his hand with their other hand, trying to comfort him

[littlejaranon]

He stares in shock and confusion, “W-what? How…?”

[glassy-se]

"i'm glass itself, darling. any glass, i can fix or manipulate the form of."

they hold a hand to their chest, melting it slightly

"my heart is the hottest point. i use it to melt glass."

[littlejaranon]

He eyes their chest with caution, “okay… does that not hurt?”

[glassy-se]

"the cracks hurt more. the melting feels.. it doesn't hurt. it feels warm and a bit.. numb, i suppose."

they pause, shaping their hand before it cools

"it can hurt others a little. Florence and Dorian both have gotten hurt accidentally in the past. Dorian has learned to open doors for me and i try to keep from getting hot glass on Florence"

[littlejaranon]

“I see.” He seems a bit lost in thought after a bit.

[glassy-se]

"are you alright?"

they seem concerned

[littlejaranon]

“Yes, yes. It’s just a bit hard to think about… I wish I could fix my cracks like that.”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[glassy-se]

when their hand is pulled from their chest, the crack is gone, but the glass is hot. it has the consistency of thick caramel.

"it's alright, dear."

they hold his hand with their other hand, trying to comfort him

[littlejaranon]

He stares in shock and confusion, “W-what? How…?”

[glassy-se]

"i'm glass itself, darling. any glass, i can fix or manipulate the form of."

they hold a hand to their chest, melting it slightly

"my heart is the hottest point. i use it to melt glass."

[littlejaranon]

He eyes their chest with caution, “okay… does that not hurt?”

[glassy-se]

"the cracks hurt more. the melting feels.. it doesn't hurt. it feels warm and a bit.. numb, i suppose."

they pause, shaping their hand before it cools

"it can hurt others a little. Florence and Dorian both have gotten hurt accidentally in the past. Dorian has learned to open doors for me and i try to keep from getting hot glass on Florence"

[littlejaranon]

“I see.” He seems a bit lost in thought after a bit.

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[glassy-se]

when their hand is pulled from their chest, the crack is gone, but the glass is hot. it has the consistency of thick caramel.

"it's alright, dear."

they hold his hand with their other hand, trying to comfort him

[littlejaranon]

He stares in shock and confusion, “W-what? How…?”

[glassy-se]

"i'm glass itself, darling. any glass, i can fix or manipulate the form of."

they hold a hand to their chest, melting it slightly

"my heart is the hottest point. i use it to melt glass."

[littlejaranon]

He eyes their chest with caution, “okay… does that not hurt?”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[glassy-se]

when their hand is pulled from their chest, the crack is gone, but the glass is hot. it has the consistency of thick caramel.

"it's alright, dear."

they hold his hand with their other hand, trying to comfort him

[littlejaranon]

He stares in shock and confusion, “W-what? How…?”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[glassy-se]

they look a little surprised, almost scared, but sigh and they hit their hand on the floor, hard enough to crack it. they look a bit pained.

they lift it to show the crack before holding it to their chest and melting the glass, sealing the crack again

"i can break. i can fix it, though. it does hurt."

[littlejaranon]

“Oh my God! You could have just said ‘yes’!!”

He grabs their hand gently and examines it, “here, I can get some glass glue from Daisuke and bandagings.”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[glassy-se]

they sit carefully nearby, clearly not wanting to push any boundaries, but visibly curious about him

they tap their fingers on their thighs, thinking of what to say

"you are a jar, aren't you darling? i am glass."

[littlejaranon]

He looks them up and down.

“Interesting. Do you break?”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[glassy-se]

they wave a bit gently, then fidget with their form, they seem to make an area around them warmer as they adjust their clothes. they seem more clear now, but have a faint tint of green

"hello. My name is Sé."

[littlejaranon]

“Hello, Sé. I am Trip.”

[littlejaranon]

there's a figure wandering about, they have a mostly clear body, some parts are more colorful and others are more solid in color instead of clear

they feel familiar, but he knows they've never met.

@glassy-se

He tilts his head from where he sits, “hello?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she keeps brushing his hair, it seems to calm her a lot]

[once she finishes she grabs the plush again and holds it close. she seems tired now, exhausted even]

[littlejaranon]

“Would you like to take a nap?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she nods, laying down and pointing for him to join her. she places the plush between them, she seems very attached to it]

[littlejaranon]

“What’s their name?”

He slowly lays down, carefully and slowly.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

"mothilda. my baby."

[bunnie pets mothilda, it seems like her comfort item]

[littlejaranon]

“Aw. How old are they?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

"few months. helps me when i hold her. makes my brain quiet."

[she doesn't seem all that talkative, but she enjoys his voice]

[littlejaranon]

“She likes pets, then?” He leans closer to her, very carefully moving his upper body, “would holding you be helpful?”

He’s a bit smaller than her, but he’s trying to be helpful in any way he can.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie holds mothilda close, then cuddles up to him. she seems protective of it.]

"she's special. Vo gave me her."

[bunnie nuzzles him and seems to be tired]

[littlejaranon]

He nods. He starts to wrap an arm around her, but decides against it.

He doesn’t sleep. He merely watches her drift off.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she keeps brushing his hair, it seems to calm her a lot]

[once she finishes she grabs the plush again and holds it close. she seems tired now, exhausted even]

[littlejaranon]

“Would you like to take a nap?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she nods, laying down and pointing for him to join her. she places the plush between them, she seems very attached to it]

[littlejaranon]

“What’s their name?”

He slowly lays down, carefully and slowly.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

"mothilda. my baby."

[bunnie pets mothilda, it seems like her comfort item]

[littlejaranon]

“Aw. How old are they?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

"few months. helps me when i hold her. makes my brain quiet."

[she doesn't seem all that talkative, but she enjoys his voice]

[littlejaranon]

“She likes pets, then?” He leans closer to her, very carefully moving his upper body, “would holding you be helpful?”

He’s a bit smaller than her, but he’s trying to be helpful in any way he can.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she keeps brushing his hair, it seems to calm her a lot]

[once she finishes she grabs the plush again and holds it close. she seems tired now, exhausted even]

[littlejaranon]

“Would you like to take a nap?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she nods, laying down and pointing for him to join her. she places the plush between them, she seems very attached to it]

[littlejaranon]

“What’s their name?”

He slowly lays down, carefully and slowly.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

"mothilda. my baby."

[bunnie pets mothilda, it seems like her comfort item]

[littlejaranon]

“Aw. How old are they?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she keeps brushing his hair, it seems to calm her a lot]

[once she finishes she grabs the plush again and holds it close. she seems tired now, exhausted even]

[littlejaranon]

“Would you like to take a nap?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she nods, laying down and pointing for him to join her. she places the plush between them, she seems very attached to it]

[littlejaranon]

“What’s their name?”

He slowly lays down, carefully and slowly.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she keeps brushing his hair, it seems to calm her a lot]

[once she finishes she grabs the plush again and holds it close. she seems tired now, exhausted even]

[littlejaranon]

“Would you like to take a nap?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she moves to sit next to him , moving him around to have access to his hair, and starting to brush him. she seems to be relaxing a bit from brushing things]

[littlejaranon]

He reaches back to take out his hair tie so she can brush it completely.

If it helps, he doesn’t mind it.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

“Hello again. Will you snuggle with me again?”

His arms and face are partially cracked and in pieces.

- @littlejaranon

[bunnie seems concerned about the cracks, but pulls him close, snuggling up to him]

how'd you get cracked? is there any way i can help?

[littlejaranon]

“I just have some… temperamental struggles. That’s all.”

He snuggles close, leaning his head on her chest, especially listening to her heartbeat.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she taps her nail gently on his arm, seeming to be searching for a sound]

does it hurt? if it does, i.. mm.. i could fix it but..

[she seems to have a way to, and wants to help but has some hesitation]

[littlejaranon]

He flinches violently and it makes a soft echoing clink and a new crack, “please do not do that. Yes, it hurts. Please be gentle…”

He holds himself closer

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she looks sad, pulling back and going to a door, wanting him to follow her]

i can try to seal them.. i worked with glass before.. i.. i might have to rest for a long time after.. but i might have to be in the other form..

[littlejaranon]

He reaches out, following her out of missing her body heat. He’s colder when he’s chipped and cracked.

“What…?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[the room seems to be a workshop, she opens something, sitting him on the table and heating her hands up, hot enough to melt glass.

she opens her hand, holding a small piece of melted glass and hesitating.]

this.. this shouldn't hurt, right?

[littlejaranon]

He squirms, “what makes you think BURNING ME wouldn’t hurt?!”

He’s scared, but trusts her.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she makes a noise, but continues, trying to keep calm to not scare him. she's careful, it doesn't feel hot, warm, but not burning like he expected]

i don't want you to be hurting.. i'm sorry if it hurts..

[her voice seems empty, like she's forcing something down, but she uses the glass to gently reinforce the cracks]

[littlejaranon]

He is much calmer realising that it doesn’t burn. He relaxes as best he can. He tries to focus on nothing except for the pieces of metal he’s fidgeting with.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie finishes applying the glass, then wraps something around his arms, it feels leathery, and seems to be helping them cool slower so they don't crack again]

[when she finishes sealing all the cracks, she sits on the floor. her her expression looks... empty, and her breathing is fast. she's holding something small, but it's hard to tell what it is]

[littlejaranon]

“Are you alright?”

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she flinches when he speaks, dropping whatever she was holding and running off shockingly fast, heading for her bathroom]

[the thing she dropped was a knife. it seems worn, used and not cleaned. it's stained with what must be blood]

[littlejaranon]

Trip stares at the knife before examining it. He goes to the sink to wash it off, dries it, then- just because of muscle memory- his chest opens. He has a mental battle for a moment, before deciding to keep the knife safe inside himself. The knife doesn’t hurt him from the inside and is only visible if you’re up close against the glass.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[bunnie has come back out of the bathroom with wet hair, she's on her bed, brushing her hair almost obsessively, a large black and orange moth plush in her lap]

[littlejaranon]

“Cute fluffy friend.” Trip tries his best to be reassuring. Ge doesn’t cross into her room without permission.

[what-is-a-rabbit]

[she points at the foot of the bed, trying to tell him to sit there, but she seems like she can't talk]

[she keeps brushing her hair, then starts brushing the plush. it seems like a coping mechanism]

[littlejaranon]

He sits. He isn’t sure what to do, so he just waits.