occupation : investor in generative ai training , specialized in computers and coding ( // i do not support ai nor condone ai training)
Ticklee Information !! ---
50/50 switch !
surprisingly pretty ticklish (7/10 on the scale)
doesn't get tickled super often so when he does he tends to melt into the touches (mixed with some flinches and squirming)
worst spots are his middle and around his torso in general , palms , and (feet/bottom of chess piece? whatever you'd call that ToT)
doesn't get lee moods often , when he does theyre relatively quick
that doesnt mean he doesn't enjoy getting tickled regardless !
his laugh is pretty carefree , ranges from giggles and chuckles to louder but sweet laughter :*)
his laugh is essentially the definition , or a combination , of "ohohoho" and "ha ha ha ha"
closes his eyes in mirth
his hands might need to be pinned or tied (for he will flap them around and could accidentally hit you) or if the lee mood is particularly bad he might just grab onto your wrists , but not actually try to get away
often says stop without actually meaning it
Tickler Information !! ---
is often the one people go to when theyre in a lee mood (doesnt mind it. he thinks its cute when its happening/p)
doesnt get ler moods often either , but if he does his fingers all but twitch constantly
he takes advantage of having floating hands ... he will tickle u from across the room
can be teasy sometimes but also likes to stay quiet . he enjoys the sound of laughter
tends to be very gentle . always checks in with the lee
" is this okay ? you want me to switch spots ? "
very animated = always wiggling fingers and hands . little does he know the lee moods he causes
sometimes laughs with the lee too :]
loves random silly sounds . " did you just ... snort ? i think i'll have to hear that again , "
usually has good aftercare , sometimes he forgets though ... " why're you giggling so much ? . . . i was tickling you ? . . . was i ? "
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Kinger jokes , more in an awkward way , shifting in the spot where he sat in his impenetrable fortress .
" Ah . . . did you need any assistance ? "
He offers , eyebrows furrowing in a look that's welcoming over anything else . He places his hands on the floor , palms facing up , slightly tilting his head to the side .
Kinger's gaze softens , and he scoots deeper into his fortress , allowing Dolly to crawl in . He hums , waiting for her to settle , cracking his knuckles .
Kinger chuckles softly , fingers switching from pokes to gentle spidering , moving from the middle of her stomach out to her sides . His large fingers wiggle over her skin , and gently squish over her sides .
" Let me know if you want me to move somewhere else , "
Kinger hums , fingers gently drumming over her sides .
" you can laugh , by the way , " He chuckles softly , a teasing lilt in his voice .
Kinger leans back in his fort , relying on the darkness to keep all his memory afloat . As to not forget any information within the conversation , which tends to be a common occurrence .
" Do you want to talk about it ? "
He asks , voice soft as he scoots back into the darkness further . It placed its hand on the floor and pats the spot next to it , inviting him in if he's willing .
Kinger nods , both in agreement and with stress that can be seen through his eyes .
" I understand , "
Kinger's glance softens as he crawls into the fortress and sits down next to it . He closes the entrance by stacking a couple of pillows on top of one another , and claps his hands together . When they part , a glowing butterfly now floats between them . He lets it fly into the air , and it lands on the floor , allowing for a dim light so the two of them can see . Or at least , somewhat see .
" It can get tiring in here . Believe me . Years of ... sitting in the same place , repeating adventures ... I understand how it can get difficult . You can't let the stress get to ya , "
Kinger gently places a hand on his shoulder , an attempt at reassuring and comforting the wolf character . He leans against the dark wall , thinking .
" Really quick . I just can't quite ... remember your name , " He hums . " Did I ever get it ? "
He nods in acknowledgement , and it seems to flow back to him . His eyes light up in a way , and he tries to keep the name in the front of his mind . Scout .
" Scout . . . " He repeats . Mostly , to make sure he doesn't forget it again . " Thanks , " He nods once more , followed by a short chuckle . The name has a particularly familiar ring .
Sharing the look with soft eyes , Kinger notices Scout's gaze avert and the smile wipe off of his face . He decides not yet to question it .
Kinger places both hands on the ground , readjusting himself into a new seating position on the fortress floor , shifting awkwardly .
He hums, now fidgeting with his hands . His pinky finger on his right hand , in particular . He looks down at them , flexing his fingers .
He thinks about what they'd been talking about moments before.
" I know that it can be hard some days , in here . Heck , even most days can be hard . But you can't let it get to you , " he repeated , unbeknownst to himself . " You just gotta push through . Keep pushing through . Try not to abstract . . . I mean , that's the most important thing , "
" I understand . I think . . . Zooble , said they felt the same way . Or maybe it was Pomni , or Gangle , I can't quite remember . . . "
Looking up at the roof of the fortress , Kinger thinks about his own life . Did he do much before he came to the circus ? He remembered working on Caine . There wasn't much else that came to mind alongside that .
" Do you remember what you did in the real world ? . . . Or , how you got here ? " Kinger asks , interested , gesturing with a hand . He looks over to the wolf , tucking his knees up to his chest like a kid listening to a bed-time story . His hands rest on his knees , tapping gently .
He'd smile if he had a mouth . His eyebrows furrow in a way that shows a look of empathy .
" Yeah , that's understandable . It's relatively hazy for me , too . I hope it comes back to me someday , but I don't really . . . think it will , "
Kinger's hand reaches around Scout , patting his back gently . It was like some father-sense switch flipped on , like he can feel when one is sad , or thinking about something upsetting .
He looks up at the roof of the fortress , and sighs softly .
" I've grown to enjoy it . Accept , in a way , that there's probably . . . well , no way out . . . "
He rubs the back of his neck , or at least where his neck would be .
" Sorry , that might be kind of contradicting to how you're feeling , but . . . I think Caine was right when he said that it can be nice here . Better than the real world , at least , "
His head tilted to the side as he spoke , in a reminiscing fashion .
Kinger nods in acknowledgement , letting out a small breath almost like a small giggle at the tiny jump from just the gentle touch on his shoulder .
" Sometimes , you have to look for the good in things that are bad . "
He looks over at Scout , and then looks back up at the roof of the fortress .
" Sure , the circus gets boring sometimes , it gets uncomfortable . . . but it's not all so bad if you look at it in a different light . After all , I personally have made a lot of friends here . Sometimes I don't know where I'd be had I never put on that headset . . . "
Kinger's eyebrows raise in an excited or happy manner , tilting his head slightly to the side .
" I'm . . . very glad I'm able to make people feel that way , " He hums . " I think everybody deserves to have somebody that they can talk to when they need to . Nobody deserves to be alone in this world , "
He would smile if he could , his thumb gently caressing the younger's shoulder in a soothing manner . He chuckles softly at the comparison .
" Is that a good thing ? "
His head tilts again to the side , a lilt of curiosity in his voice . He figured it was good , and softly chuckles along with Scout .
Kinger hums in acknowledgement , chuckling softly at his slip-ups .
" It's okay , kiddo , I understand what you mean , " His voice gives off a slightly teasy or playful , but otherwise reassuring tone , and he pats Scout's back gently .
" I'm glad I'm able to be a similar outlet to your real dad , " He chuckled once more . He seemed to be the father of the circus , after all . In more ways than one , he presumed .
*he pauses and very slightly leans into the touch with a small smile but covers it with his hand and looks away, darn him turning into a wolf of all things*
Kinger chuckles softly as he notices Scout's head leant closer , before moving away with a hand over his mouth .
" Do you like it ? "
He asked , referring to the head scratches . He thought about Scratch ; he remembered Scratch being a dog but he wasn't sure if Scratch reacted like a dog to certain things . Head scratches , belly rubs . . .
Kinger's hand moves back up , and places a few more gentle scratches to Scout's head , his fingertips finding their way up the base of his ears .
*he tried to say something but was cut off by the head scratches as his tail thumped a little against the floor, but the soothing smile was soon mixed with a hushed giggle*
Wahait…
*he didn’t actually mind the feeling and still leaned into it putting his hand over his mouth again to muffle anymore giggles while his ears twitched a little*
Kinger would grin if he had a mouth , softly chuckling at the small thumps on the floor.
His hand slowly raised from Scout's head at the giggles , and apologetically , he hums out ,
" Oh - sorry , does that tickle ? "
He took in account that he didn't seem to move away , and chuckled again before lowering his hand back onto his head , and scratching at the base of his ears .
Kinger jokes , more in an awkward way , shifting in the spot where he sat in his impenetrable fortress .
" Ah . . . did you need any assistance ? "
He offers , eyebrows furrowing in a look that's welcoming over anything else . He places his hands on the floor , palms facing up , slightly tilting his head to the side .
Kinger's gaze softens , and he scoots deeper into his fortress , allowing Dolly to crawl in . He hums , waiting for her to settle , cracking his knuckles .
Kinger jokes , more in an awkward way , shifting in the spot where he sat in his impenetrable fortress .
" Ah . . . did you need any assistance ? "
He offers , eyebrows furrowing in a look that's welcoming over anything else . He places his hands on the floor , palms facing up , slightly tilting his head to the side .
Kinger's gaze softens , and he scoots deeper into his fortress , allowing Dolly to crawl in . He hums , waiting for her to settle , cracking his knuckles .
Kinger leans back in his fort , relying on the darkness to keep all his memory afloat . As to not forget any information within the conversation , which tends to be a common occurrence .
" Do you want to talk about it ? "
He asks , voice soft as he scoots back into the darkness further . It placed its hand on the floor and pats the spot next to it , inviting him in if he's willing .
Kinger nods , both in agreement and with stress that can be seen through his eyes .
" I understand , "
Kinger's glance softens as he crawls into the fortress and sits down next to it . He closes the entrance by stacking a couple of pillows on top of one another , and claps his hands together . When they part , a glowing butterfly now floats between them . He lets it fly into the air , and it lands on the floor , allowing for a dim light so the two of them can see . Or at least , somewhat see .
" It can get tiring in here . Believe me . Years of ... sitting in the same place , repeating adventures ... I understand how it can get difficult . You can't let the stress get to ya , "
Kinger gently places a hand on his shoulder , an attempt at reassuring and comforting the wolf character . He leans against the dark wall , thinking .
" Really quick . I just can't quite ... remember your name , " He hums . " Did I ever get it ? "
He nods in acknowledgement , and it seems to flow back to him . His eyes light up in a way , and he tries to keep the name in the front of his mind . Scout .
" Scout . . . " He repeats . Mostly , to make sure he doesn't forget it again . " Thanks , " He nods once more , followed by a short chuckle . The name has a particularly familiar ring .
Sharing the look with soft eyes , Kinger notices Scout's gaze avert and the smile wipe off of his face . He decides not yet to question it .
Kinger places both hands on the ground , readjusting himself into a new seating position on the fortress floor , shifting awkwardly .
He hums, now fidgeting with his hands . His pinky finger on his right hand , in particular . He looks down at them , flexing his fingers .
He thinks about what they'd been talking about moments before.
" I know that it can be hard some days , in here . Heck , even most days can be hard . But you can't let it get to you , " he repeated , unbeknownst to himself . " You just gotta push through . Keep pushing through . Try not to abstract . . . I mean , that's the most important thing , "
" I understand . I think . . . Zooble , said they felt the same way . Or maybe it was Pomni , or Gangle , I can't quite remember . . . "
Looking up at the roof of the fortress , Kinger thinks about his own life . Did he do much before he came to the circus ? He remembered working on Caine . There wasn't much else that came to mind alongside that .
" Do you remember what you did in the real world ? . . . Or , how you got here ? " Kinger asks , interested , gesturing with a hand . He looks over to the wolf , tucking his knees up to his chest like a kid listening to a bed-time story . His hands rest on his knees , tapping gently .
He'd smile if he had a mouth . His eyebrows furrow in a way that shows a look of empathy .
" Yeah , that's understandable . It's relatively hazy for me , too . I hope it comes back to me someday , but I don't really . . . think it will , "
Kinger's hand reaches around Scout , patting his back gently . It was like some father-sense switch flipped on , like he can feel when one is sad , or thinking about something upsetting .
He looks up at the roof of the fortress , and sighs softly .
" I've grown to enjoy it . Accept , in a way , that there's probably . . . well , no way out . . . "
He rubs the back of his neck , or at least where his neck would be .
" Sorry , that might be kind of contradicting to how you're feeling , but . . . I think Caine was right when he said that it can be nice here . Better than the real world , at least , "
His head tilted to the side as he spoke , in a reminiscing fashion .
Kinger nods in acknowledgement , letting out a small breath almost like a small giggle at the tiny jump from just the gentle touch on his shoulder .
" Sometimes , you have to look for the good in things that are bad . "
He looks over at Scout , and then looks back up at the roof of the fortress .
" Sure , the circus gets boring sometimes , it gets uncomfortable . . . but it's not all so bad if you look at it in a different light . After all , I personally have made a lot of friends here . Sometimes I don't know where I'd be had I never put on that headset . . . "
Kinger's eyebrows raise in an excited or happy manner , tilting his head slightly to the side .
" I'm . . . very glad I'm able to make people feel that way , " He hums . " I think everybody deserves to have somebody that they can talk to when they need to . Nobody deserves to be alone in this world , "
He would smile if he could , his thumb gently caressing the younger's shoulder in a soothing manner . He chuckles softly at the comparison .
" Is that a good thing ? "
His head tilts again to the side , a lilt of curiosity in his voice . He figured it was good , and softly chuckles along with Scout .
Kinger hums in acknowledgement , chuckling softly at his slip-ups .
" It's okay , kiddo , I understand what you mean , " His voice gives off a slightly teasy or playful , but otherwise reassuring tone , and he pats Scout's back gently .
" I'm glad I'm able to be a similar outlet to your real dad , " He chuckled once more . He seemed to be the father of the circus , after all . In more ways than one , he presumed .
*he pauses and very slightly leans into the touch with a small smile but covers it with his hand and looks away, darn him turning into a wolf of all things*
Kinger chuckles softly as he notices Scout's head leant closer , before moving away with a hand over his mouth .
" Do you like it ? "
He asked , referring to the head scratches . He thought about Scratch ; he remembered Scratch being a dog but he wasn't sure if Scratch reacted like a dog to certain things . Head scratches , belly rubs . . .
Kinger's hand moves back up , and places a few more gentle scratches to Scout's head , his fingertips finding their way up the base of his ears .
most of the rps I do will be set before episode 8 unless stated otherwise TwT I still want to int with any active caine rpers and rp as kinger from a pre-ep 8 and/or 7 perspective
additionally most of the roleplays will be done with the idea that they are in the circus rather than on Tumblr specifically ,,, I dont doubt that there's a chance kinger isn't familiar with Tumblr in some way , whether that's it being mentioned by someone younger in the circus that arrived later or what , but kinger responds from his impenetrable fortress unless stated otherwise
most of the rps I do will be set before episode 8 unless stated otherwise TwT I still want to int with any active caine rpers and rp as kinger from a pre-ep 8 and/or 7 perspective
additionally most of the roleplays will be done with the idea that they are in the circus rather than on Tumblr specifically ,,, I dont doubt that there's a chance kinger isn't familiar with Tumblr in some way , whether that's it being mentioned by someone younger in the circus that arrived later or what , but kinger responds from his impenetrable fortress unless stated otherwise
Kinger leans back in his fort , relying on the darkness to keep all his memory afloat . As to not forget any information within the conversation , which tends to be a common occurrence .
" Do you want to talk about it ? "
He asks , voice soft as he scoots back into the darkness further . It placed its hand on the floor and pats the spot next to it , inviting him in if he's willing .
Kinger nods , both in agreement and with stress that can be seen through his eyes .
" I understand , "
Kinger's glance softens as he crawls into the fortress and sits down next to it . He closes the entrance by stacking a couple of pillows on top of one another , and claps his hands together . When they part , a glowing butterfly now floats between them . He lets it fly into the air , and it lands on the floor , allowing for a dim light so the two of them can see . Or at least , somewhat see .
" It can get tiring in here . Believe me . Years of ... sitting in the same place , repeating adventures ... I understand how it can get difficult . You can't let the stress get to ya , "
Kinger gently places a hand on his shoulder , an attempt at reassuring and comforting the wolf character . He leans against the dark wall , thinking .
" Really quick . I just can't quite ... remember your name , " He hums . " Did I ever get it ? "
He nods in acknowledgement , and it seems to flow back to him . His eyes light up in a way , and he tries to keep the name in the front of his mind . Scout .
" Scout . . . " He repeats . Mostly , to make sure he doesn't forget it again . " Thanks , " He nods once more , followed by a short chuckle . The name has a particularly familiar ring .
Sharing the look with soft eyes , Kinger notices Scout's gaze avert and the smile wipe off of his face . He decides not yet to question it .
Kinger places both hands on the ground , readjusting himself into a new seating position on the fortress floor , shifting awkwardly .
He hums, now fidgeting with his hands . His pinky finger on his right hand , in particular . He looks down at them , flexing his fingers .
He thinks about what they'd been talking about moments before.
" I know that it can be hard some days , in here . Heck , even most days can be hard . But you can't let it get to you , " he repeated , unbeknownst to himself . " You just gotta push through . Keep pushing through . Try not to abstract . . . I mean , that's the most important thing , "
" I understand . I think . . . Zooble , said they felt the same way . Or maybe it was Pomni , or Gangle , I can't quite remember . . . "
Looking up at the roof of the fortress , Kinger thinks about his own life . Did he do much before he came to the circus ? He remembered working on Caine . There wasn't much else that came to mind alongside that .
" Do you remember what you did in the real world ? . . . Or , how you got here ? " Kinger asks , interested , gesturing with a hand . He looks over to the wolf , tucking his knees up to his chest like a kid listening to a bed-time story . His hands rest on his knees , tapping gently .
He'd smile if he had a mouth . His eyebrows furrow in a way that shows a look of empathy .
" Yeah , that's understandable . It's relatively hazy for me , too . I hope it comes back to me someday , but I don't really . . . think it will , "
Kinger's hand reaches around Scout , patting his back gently . It was like some father-sense switch flipped on , like he can feel when one is sad , or thinking about something upsetting .
He looks up at the roof of the fortress , and sighs softly .
" I've grown to enjoy it . Accept , in a way , that there's probably . . . well , no way out . . . "
He rubs the back of his neck , or at least where his neck would be .
" Sorry , that might be kind of contradicting to how you're feeling , but . . . I think Caine was right when he said that it can be nice here . Better than the real world , at least , "
His head tilted to the side as he spoke , in a reminiscing fashion .
Kinger nods in acknowledgement , letting out a small breath almost like a small giggle at the tiny jump from just the gentle touch on his shoulder .
" Sometimes , you have to look for the good in things that are bad . "
He looks over at Scout , and then looks back up at the roof of the fortress .
" Sure , the circus gets boring sometimes , it gets uncomfortable . . . but it's not all so bad if you look at it in a different light . After all , I personally have made a lot of friends here . Sometimes I don't know where I'd be had I never put on that headset . . . "
Kinger's eyebrows raise in an excited or happy manner , tilting his head slightly to the side .
" I'm . . . very glad I'm able to make people feel that way , " He hums . " I think everybody deserves to have somebody that they can talk to when they need to . Nobody deserves to be alone in this world , "
He would smile if he could , his thumb gently caressing the younger's shoulder in a soothing manner . He chuckles softly at the comparison .
" Is that a good thing ? "
His head tilts again to the side , a lilt of curiosity in his voice . He figured it was good , and softly chuckles along with Scout .
Kinger hums in acknowledgement , chuckling softly at his slip-ups .
" It's okay , kiddo , I understand what you mean , " His voice gives off a slightly teasy or playful , but otherwise reassuring tone , and he pats Scout's back gently .
" I'm glad I'm able to be a similar outlet to your real dad , " He chuckled once more . He seemed to be the father of the circus , after all . In more ways than one , he presumed .
Kinger jokes , more in an awkward way , shifting in the spot where he sat in his impenetrable fortress .
" Ah . . . did you need any assistance ? "
He offers , eyebrows furrowing in a look that's welcoming over anything else . He places his hands on the floor , palms facing up , slightly tilting his head to the side .
Kinger leans back in his fort , relying on the darkness to keep all his memory afloat . As to not forget any information within the conversation , which tends to be a common occurrence .
" Do you want to talk about it ? "
He asks , voice soft as he scoots back into the darkness further . It placed its hand on the floor and pats the spot next to it , inviting him in if he's willing .
Kinger nods , both in agreement and with stress that can be seen through his eyes .
" I understand , "
Kinger's glance softens as he crawls into the fortress and sits down next to it . He closes the entrance by stacking a couple of pillows on top of one another , and claps his hands together . When they part , a glowing butterfly now floats between them . He lets it fly into the air , and it lands on the floor , allowing for a dim light so the two of them can see . Or at least , somewhat see .
" It can get tiring in here . Believe me . Years of ... sitting in the same place , repeating adventures ... I understand how it can get difficult . You can't let the stress get to ya , "
Kinger gently places a hand on his shoulder , an attempt at reassuring and comforting the wolf character . He leans against the dark wall , thinking .
" Really quick . I just can't quite ... remember your name , " He hums . " Did I ever get it ? "
He nods in acknowledgement , and it seems to flow back to him . His eyes light up in a way , and he tries to keep the name in the front of his mind . Scout .
" Scout . . . " He repeats . Mostly , to make sure he doesn't forget it again . " Thanks , " He nods once more , followed by a short chuckle . The name has a particularly familiar ring .
Sharing the look with soft eyes , Kinger notices Scout's gaze avert and the smile wipe off of his face . He decides not yet to question it .
Kinger places both hands on the ground , readjusting himself into a new seating position on the fortress floor , shifting awkwardly .
He hums, now fidgeting with his hands . His pinky finger on his right hand , in particular . He looks down at them , flexing his fingers .
He thinks about what they'd been talking about moments before.
" I know that it can be hard some days , in here . Heck , even most days can be hard . But you can't let it get to you , " he repeated , unbeknownst to himself . " You just gotta push through . Keep pushing through . Try not to abstract . . . I mean , that's the most important thing , "
" I understand . I think . . . Zooble , said they felt the same way . Or maybe it was Pomni , or Gangle , I can't quite remember . . . "
Looking up at the roof of the fortress , Kinger thinks about his own life . Did he do much before he came to the circus ? He remembered working on Caine . There wasn't much else that came to mind alongside that .
" Do you remember what you did in the real world ? . . . Or , how you got here ? " Kinger asks , interested , gesturing with a hand . He looks over to the wolf , tucking his knees up to his chest like a kid listening to a bed-time story . His hands rest on his knees , tapping gently .
He'd smile if he had a mouth . His eyebrows furrow in a way that shows a look of empathy .
" Yeah , that's understandable . It's relatively hazy for me , too . I hope it comes back to me someday , but I don't really . . . think it will , "
Kinger's hand reaches around Scout , patting his back gently . It was like some father-sense switch flipped on , like he can feel when one is sad , or thinking about something upsetting .
He looks up at the roof of the fortress , and sighs softly .
" I've grown to enjoy it . Accept , in a way , that there's probably . . . well , no way out . . . "
He rubs the back of his neck , or at least where his neck would be .
" Sorry , that might be kind of contradicting to how you're feeling , but . . . I think Caine was right when he said that it can be nice here . Better than the real world , at least , "
His head tilted to the side as he spoke , in a reminiscing fashion .
Kinger nods in acknowledgement , letting out a small breath almost like a small giggle at the tiny jump from just the gentle touch on his shoulder .
" Sometimes , you have to look for the good in things that are bad . "
He looks over at Scout , and then looks back up at the roof of the fortress .
" Sure , the circus gets boring sometimes , it gets uncomfortable . . . but it's not all so bad if you look at it in a different light . After all , I personally have made a lot of friends here . Sometimes I don't know where I'd be had I never put on that headset . . . "
Kinger's eyebrows raise in an excited or happy manner , tilting his head slightly to the side .
" I'm . . . very glad I'm able to make people feel that way , " He hums . " I think everybody deserves to have somebody that they can talk to when they need to . Nobody deserves to be alone in this world , "
He would smile if he could , his thumb gently caressing the younger's shoulder in a soothing manner . He chuckles softly at the comparison .
" Is that a good thing ? "
His head tilts again to the side , a lilt of curiosity in his voice . He figured it was good , and softly chuckles along with Scout .
Kinger hums in acknowledgement , chuckling softly at his slip-ups .
" It's okay , kiddo , I understand what you mean , " His voice gives off a slightly teasy or playful , but otherwise reassuring tone , and he pats Scout's back gently .
" I'm glad I'm able to be a similar outlet to your real dad , " He chuckled once more . He seemed to be the father of the circus , after all . In more ways than one , he presumed .
Kinger leans back in his fort , relying on the darkness to keep all his memory afloat . As to not forget any information within the conversation , which tends to be a common occurrence .
" Do you want to talk about it ? "
He asks , voice soft as he scoots back into the darkness further . It placed its hand on the floor and pats the spot next to it , inviting him in if he's willing .
Kinger nods , both in agreement and with stress that can be seen through his eyes .
" I understand , "
Kinger's glance softens as he crawls into the fortress and sits down next to it . He closes the entrance by stacking a couple of pillows on top of one another , and claps his hands together . When they part , a glowing butterfly now floats between them . He lets it fly into the air , and it lands on the floor , allowing for a dim light so the two of them can see . Or at least , somewhat see .
" It can get tiring in here . Believe me . Years of ... sitting in the same place , repeating adventures ... I understand how it can get difficult . You can't let the stress get to ya , "
Kinger gently places a hand on his shoulder , an attempt at reassuring and comforting the wolf character . He leans against the dark wall , thinking .
" Really quick . I just can't quite ... remember your name , " He hums . " Did I ever get it ? "
He nods in acknowledgement , and it seems to flow back to him . His eyes light up in a way , and he tries to keep the name in the front of his mind . Scout .
" Scout . . . " He repeats . Mostly , to make sure he doesn't forget it again . " Thanks , " He nods once more , followed by a short chuckle . The name has a particularly familiar ring .
Sharing the look with soft eyes , Kinger notices Scout's gaze avert and the smile wipe off of his face . He decides not yet to question it .
Kinger places both hands on the ground , readjusting himself into a new seating position on the fortress floor , shifting awkwardly .
He hums, now fidgeting with his hands . His pinky finger on his right hand , in particular . He looks down at them , flexing his fingers .
He thinks about what they'd been talking about moments before.
" I know that it can be hard some days , in here . Heck , even most days can be hard . But you can't let it get to you , " he repeated , unbeknownst to himself . " You just gotta push through . Keep pushing through . Try not to abstract . . . I mean , that's the most important thing , "
" I understand . I think . . . Zooble , said they felt the same way . Or maybe it was Pomni , or Gangle , I can't quite remember . . . "
Looking up at the roof of the fortress , Kinger thinks about his own life . Did he do much before he came to the circus ? He remembered working on Caine . There wasn't much else that came to mind alongside that .
" Do you remember what you did in the real world ? . . . Or , how you got here ? " Kinger asks , interested , gesturing with a hand . He looks over to the wolf , tucking his knees up to his chest like a kid listening to a bed-time story . His hands rest on his knees , tapping gently .
He'd smile if he had a mouth . His eyebrows furrow in a way that shows a look of empathy .
" Yeah , that's understandable . It's relatively hazy for me , too . I hope it comes back to me someday , but I don't really . . . think it will , "
Kinger's hand reaches around Scout , patting his back gently . It was like some father-sense switch flipped on , like he can feel when one is sad , or thinking about something upsetting .
He looks up at the roof of the fortress , and sighs softly .
" I've grown to enjoy it . Accept , in a way , that there's probably . . . well , no way out . . . "
He rubs the back of his neck , or at least where his neck would be .
" Sorry , that might be kind of contradicting to how you're feeling , but . . . I think Caine was right when he said that it can be nice here . Better than the real world , at least , "
His head tilted to the side as he spoke , in a reminiscing fashion .
Kinger nods in acknowledgement , letting out a small breath almost like a small giggle at the tiny jump from just the gentle touch on his shoulder .
" Sometimes , you have to look for the good in things that are bad . "
He looks over at Scout , and then looks back up at the roof of the fortress .
" Sure , the circus gets boring sometimes , it gets uncomfortable . . . but it's not all so bad if you look at it in a different light . After all , I personally have made a lot of friends here . Sometimes I don't know where I'd be had I never put on that headset . . . "
Kinger's eyebrows raise in an excited or happy manner , tilting his head slightly to the side .
" I'm . . . very glad I'm able to make people feel that way , " He hums . " I think everybody deserves to have somebody that they can talk to when they need to . Nobody deserves to be alone in this world , "
He would smile if he could , his thumb gently caressing the younger's shoulder in a soothing manner . He chuckles softly at the comparison .
" Is that a good thing ? "
His head tilts again to the side , a lilt of curiosity in his voice . He figured it was good , and softly chuckles along with Scout .
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