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[Don't mind me joining in!]

*At the sound of the call for help, a pair of white eyes shined in his direction. The newcomers eyes were that of a human's, white with black pupils, but also had a shine like a soft candle. The figure then pulled down their brown hoodie, softly smiling at the poor thin bomb that was in-front of them.*

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"I don't... know who I am... I should know that, sh... shouldn't I?" It's eye that didn't have a vine growing from it looked down at the ground, in an expression that seemed somewhere between forlorn and near-tears. They didn't seem to know anything he could do about it... And wasn't that to be expected, if it really couldn't remember themselves?

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"...What're you doin...?" They didn't seem to understand the gesture of Radio opening his arms. ...Whether that would have been the case regardless, or if it was just from it not remembering was unclear. The confusion at least seemed to replace some of the distress at the very least, but he still had that sort of lost look in his eyes.

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"...Oh, that... that sounds nice." It nodded, though... he wasn't entirely sure how they were supposed to properly do this 'hug' thing. It figured Radio probably knew better than they would about how that worked, at the very least, and he didn't think it had much reason not to trust this person who had been quite nice to them so far.

*I gently giggled at how sweet he is despite being so much taller than me. For comparison, the bomb before me is 8 foot 6 while I am 5 foot 4. I didn't mind the difference though, for it only made him seem sweeter.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

It took a moment, but they were soon hugging back, even if a bit hesitantly. ...The contact felt like it only emphasized just how thin he was, as if they were only skin and bone, with barely enough of anything else to merely survive. ...It also proved just how much of that thinness had been hidden beneath his jacket, especially considering it was a little too easy to feel it's ribs, even with that layer of clothing that would have made that less obvious. ...Unless the fabric was just thinner than it looked...? But that didn't seem right...

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

*I almost cried as I felt how thin the poor fella was, then his mumbles made me let him go. I felt so bad for him that I had to take some deep breaths to calm myself down, then took the final deep breath before speaking again.*

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

*I carefully added in the word "seem”, for I didn't want him to panic or get upset about it. I wanted this to be an easy ride, for I didn't wanna hurt the fella that clearly went through hell and back.*

"Maybe... Yeah. Yeah, food sounds good." They nodded slightly. ...Maybe it not remembering would turn out to be for the best, if the current state of him was any indication of what they'd been through. ...Not to mention that plant that seemed to have infested him... Surely it couldn't be pleasant to have that thing so connected to it... Especially with those thorns along the vines... Maybe they would hurt less if it weren't for that plant, but with how it seemed to originate from within, it probably wouldn't be possible to remove... Or at least not without causing more harm than good.

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"I guess so... Not like I know much 'bout how things work." They shrugged as he tugged it's hood on, though they winced a bit when one of the thorns on the vine from what used to be his eye caught on the fabric, like it could feel the plant as clearly as they could himself.

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

"Mkay... Thanks for tryin t' help." They seemed grateful for the care, even if it'd had some pain. He didn't say anything about it though, if only because they'd gotten so focused on the idea of food that they were able to mostly tune it out.

"Hey, thanks for letting me help you!"

*I soon went to my place, got my key from my pant loop, then held up my key with a soft chuckle.*

"Life tip: keep your key on your waist so if someone tries to steal it, they have to deal with both thieft(?) charges and s3xu@l @bus3 charges! You can sue them, then get some money out of it and they go to jail! It's a win-win!"

*I chuckled again as I unlocked my door, then held it open for it.*

"After you!"

"I... don't think I get what ya mean by 'sue them', but... Alright I guess?" As Radio held the door open for them, it took a moment to look at the low doorway(Or low to him at least) before ducking through, like it needed a moment to figure out that solution.

"It's an argument in a court, and if either side wins, the can get money!"

*I softly giggled as he went inside, then closed the door behind him as I went into my place. I then got the bread from my cupboard, got the crust out from the slice, then carefully ripped it up into six pieces. I sighed as I gave him one of them, then placed the rest into a sandwich bag.*

"I gotta feed ya slowly, ya know? I don't want ya getting hurt!"

*I put the crustless bread onto a plate, softly snickered, then got a second piece of bread, got rid of the crust, then put that crust into the same sandwich bag from the one I used earlier.*

"You are lucky that I hate the crust on bread!"

"That... I dunno if it feels like enough..." they hadn't realized how little that would be. It didn't look like it would be filling at all... It might be better than nothing, but it sure didn't seem like it'd be that much better... Still, food's food, and he sure wasn't going to let any sort of food go to waste. It took mere moments for it to finish with the crust, and they were soon looking around with his one good eye like it was looking for any other food around.

"Trust me, I don't want ya to blow up. Well, not like a bomb like how you and I are, but---nevermind. It's a long story..."

*I could see him eyeing the place, so I put a gentle and soft hand on his shoulder.*

"Don't. Some of this stuff is toxic."

*I didn't know that I would have to babysit a 8 foot 6 beast, but here I am!*

"Look, just eat what I give ya, and that's that, ok?"

*I didn't want him to die, but at the same time, I also wasn't ready to be a father...*

"...This's confusin." they decided, not really getting why it was apparently such a big deal to not eat. It didn't like the thought of that. He was pretty hungry, and felt like not eating had to be worse than eating... They weren't sure it had the energy to protest more, however, and so he left the remark as nothing more than a remark.

"I know, I know...Just sit down on the couch and relax, ok?"

*I rubbed my tired eyes with one hand as the other still laid on his shoulder, softly groaning at how difficult this will be. I knew what I roped myself into, but I didn't think it would be this hard.*

"I know you are still hungry, but I don't want ya get hurt, ok?"

*I wanted him to know that I wasn't mad at him, but more of trying to help him out.*

"...I don't think I'll get hurt just from eatin..." Truthfully, it didn't even get how that was possible. Wouldn't it be the other way around? Where it would hurt to not eat enough?

[The person you were doing this "roleplay" with switched out with me, so I am sorry if I misunderstand something or anything like that.]

"Well...um..."

*I looked around the kitchen in confusion of what to say, then sighed as I rubbed my eyes.*

"I just want you to be safe. I sound like a broken record, but it's true. Please, let's not fight over this, ok?"

#Oh alright!#No worries #I don't mind waiting if you need to read through what's already been done in that case #I'm already being fairly slow with my responses so it's not like it's leaving me waiting more than I've done the same

"...I dunno..." He didn't think it would be protesting this much about this if it weren't for their hunger. He didn't feel like that little could ever be enough, though maybe that was just because it hadn't been enough to sate their current hunger... It didn't really know for sure.

grand-theft-carbohydrates

i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

"Hey, thanks for letting me help you!"

*I soon went to my place, got my key from my pant loop, then held up my key with a soft chuckle.*

*I chuckled again as I unlocked my door, then held it open for it.*

"After you!"

"It's an argument in a court, and if either side wins, the can get money!"

"I gotta feed ya slowly, ya know? I don't want ya getting hurt!"

*I put the crustless bread onto a plate, softly snickered, then got a second piece of bread, got rid of the crust, then put that crust into the same sandwich bag from the one I used earlier.*

"You are lucky that I hate the crust on bread!"

"Trust me, I don't want ya to blow up. Well, not like a bomb like how you and I are, but---nevermind. It's a long story..."

*I could see him eyeing the place, so I put a gentle and soft hand on his shoulder.*

"Don't. Some of this stuff is toxic."

*I didn't know that I would have to babysit a 8 foot 6 beast, but here I am!*

"Look, just eat what I give ya, and that's that, ok?"

*I didn't want him to die, but at the same time, I also wasn't ready to be a father...*

"I know, I know...Just sit down on the couch and relax, ok?"

"I know you are still hungry, but I don't want ya get hurt, ok?"

*I wanted him to know that I wasn't mad at him, but more of trying to help him out.*

#Which is fair enough on Radio's part #Though Whitty's probably a lot more likely to die from too little than too much #Especially considering the OG Whitty canonically has metabolism twice as fast as a humans #and because of that it also means this version of him needs that much more food in order to sustain both themselves and the parasitic plant #At this point #It probably wouldn't be able to live long enough without food to reach the point where the refeeding syndrome is a risk

"...I don't think I'll get hurt just from eatin..." Truthfully, it didn't even get how that was possible. Wouldn't it be the other way around? Where it would hurt to not eat enough?

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

"Hey, thanks for letting me help you!"

*I soon went to my place, got my key from my pant loop, then held up my key with a soft chuckle.*

*I chuckled again as I unlocked my door, then held it open for it.*

"After you!"

"It's an argument in a court, and if either side wins, the can get money!"

"I gotta feed ya slowly, ya know? I don't want ya getting hurt!"

*I put the crustless bread onto a plate, softly snickered, then got a second piece of bread, got rid of the crust, then put that crust into the same sandwich bag from the one I used earlier.*

"You are lucky that I hate the crust on bread!"

"Trust me, I don't want ya to blow up. Well, not like a bomb like how you and I are, but---nevermind. It's a long story..."

*I could see him eyeing the place, so I put a gentle and soft hand on his shoulder.*

"Don't. Some of this stuff is toxic."

*I didn't know that I would have to babysit a 8 foot 6 beast, but here I am!*

"Look, just eat what I give ya, and that's that, ok?"

*I didn't want him to die, but at the same time, I also wasn't ready to be a father...*

#This Whitty at least has the benefit of not remembering past trauma thanks to the memory loss #Though it does also come with some naivety from losing any past knowledge of how awful people can be #Unrelated but for a moment I replied with the wrong blog

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

"Hey, thanks for letting me help you!"

*I soon went to my place, got my key from my pant loop, then held up my key with a soft chuckle.*

*I chuckled again as I unlocked my door, then held it open for it.*

"After you!"

"It's an argument in a court, and if either side wins, the can get money!"

"I gotta feed ya slowly, ya know? I don't want ya getting hurt!"

*I put the crustless bread onto a plate, softly snickered, then got a second piece of bread, got rid of the crust, then put that crust into the same sandwich bag from the one I used earlier.*

"You are lucky that I hate the crust on bread!"

#That makes sense!#Not every character with abilities is going to want to use them #Especially if it's a character that cares deeply for others #all while having abilities that are mostly harmful #Makes for some wonderful conflict when said abilities actually need used #Side note: Most of my interpretations of Whitty can and will eat anything that fits into their mouth. This Whitty is no exception to that.#They will almost certainly end up trying to eat silverware #or the leaves of a houseplant #or anything else he can get it's hands on that he thinks they could eat

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

"Hey, thanks for letting me help you!"

*I soon went to my place, got my key from my pant loop, then held up my key with a soft chuckle.*

*I chuckled again as I unlocked my door, then held it open for it.*

"After you!"

#Oh #absolutely #I love when a sweetheart character isn't harmless #It's like how cats have claws #They can be perfectly soft and sweet when they're safe #But they're far from defenseless when they're in danger

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

"Ya just never know man...Ya never know..."

*I could see the pain in his eyes, so I held out a hand out for him to take, wanting to help lessen the pain.*

"We are close to my place, ok? I just wanna help ya..."

*I could tell that something was up, but I just couldn't process what was up.*

#Characters that are sweethearts are the best imo #They just want to do the best they can

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

"Yeah, but then again, I read that about soldiers, but I believe it could work for you too!"

*I carefully led him to my place, not wanting him to get hurt or have him get lost on the way.*

"Besides, if it worked on da homies dat fought to keep this place up and running, it should work for a bomb like you!"

*I carefully hide my horns and fuse with my hood as I kept walking, then make a signal for him to do the same.*

"Ya never know what kind of folks you will meet, ya know?"

#At this point there's not much that could be done to separate the plant from them #The plant long since connected itself to his nerves #Separation would be painful and it would have to get rid of every bit of the plant to be permanent #Even then #to get rid of all of it would be hard to do at all #Impossible without lasting consequences #It's already gotten enough of a hold on it's mind to have led to the memory loss after all #Memory loss bad enough that they can't even remember his name

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

"Ok, but I am gonna warn ya something: I am gonna start ya off slowly on da food, 'kay 'kay? Just some bread crust to start, then we work our way up."

*I didn't want him to die from too much food, so I knew to start off slowly. This is what you get for looking up weird facts, eh?*

"Trust me, you can actually die from eating too much after not eating at all!"

*I made a motion to have him follow me, hoping that he would take my signal.*

#a big reason it ended up so thin was because of the plant acting as a parasite and sapping their energy #Not that either of the characters at this point know that the being so thin is more of a result of that than not eating at all

"...Really?" They didn't seem to believe that was possible, but he readily followed at the gesture to do so regardless. "...Doesn't sound right..."

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

"I sure bet ya hurt...do ya wanna come to my place buddy? Ya seem starved!"

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

"I wrap my arms around your body, then you do the same for me! Here, lemme show ya!"

*I carefully wrapped my arms around the infected fella, then softly smiled and snuggled up to him. I was being slow and steady about this, but I also wanted him to feel the comfort of my hug.*

#seeds sown #seeds sown whitty #whitty au

The living bomb shivered a bit, and while at first it could have been interpreted as them being cold, that was quickly disproven when he mumbled a single word.

"hurts..."

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

"What I am doing? I am ready for a hug! That is, if ya want a hug."

*I realized that he may not know much, so I decided to explain it to him.*

"And a hug is a gentle embrace used to comfort someone! It can also be used as a way to express joy or happiness, but I am just here to comfort ya!"

*I would let him take his time, not forcing a thing onto him.*

#seeds sown #ask seeds sown whitty #seeds sown whitty

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

"Oh hey hey hey!!! Let's not cry, alright?"

*He carefully crouched down, opened his arms slowly, then softly smiled.*

"It's ok to not know who you are, ok? I didn't know who I was for a good 16 years, and look at me now! Hi, I am Radio!"

*He gently giggled at his own words, trying to cheer up the poor vine infected fella.*

#seeds sown #whitty #ask blog #ask whitty #ask seeds sown whitty #whitty au #seeds sown whitty

[Don't mind me joining in!]

"Ello? Ya need something?"

*They asked this in a nervous yet excited tone, their fuse slightly wagging in curiosity and joy.*

The bomb-headed being in front of them had an expression that seemed lost.

#whitty #seeds sown #ask blog #ask whitty #ask answered #whitty au #ask seeds sown whitty #seeds sown whitty

"...Where am I? ...Why don't I remember anything? ...Why does it hurt? ...Who am I? ...What am I? I... I don't know who I am... Someone, please- Who am I? If you can hear me... anyone? ...Please?"

Muse info:

Name: Whitmore

Nickname/preferred name: ???

Age: 21

Pronouns: He/Them/It

Species: Uncertain, though he's certainly humanoid

Height: 8'6"

It seems unhealthily thin...

Reference to what he looks like

...

uhhh...

do you want a snickers or something.

"I... I don't know what that is..." It didn't seem sure about the offer, given he wasn't familiar with the item in question. They would certainly appreciate the offer if he knew what it was.

... chocolate bar. yknow what?

[RED used Fling!]

[Obtained the Snickers bar!]

He stared at it for a bit, transfixed with the unfamiliar object before trying to eat it.

It didn't even know the wrapper was meant to come off. They ate the whole thing in one bite.

"...Thank you." they gave you a bit of a smile, grateful for the food, even in a small amount.

... the plastic stuff on the outside comes off

[RED was being dry again, mostly out of slight disgust. he still had to recognize whatever the hell he was and be decent, though]

"...Oh... Why...?" They didn't get why something would come with food only to be taken off. Wouldn't that be a waste?

you- what? because it's only to protect the food inside. most people woulda died if they ate that since it can't be crushed by enzymes and that bullcrap.

[RED can't help but be terse with Whitty. who doesn't know this? he may have been a sheltered kid but he knew how plastic worked. the curtness of his words were a little biting.]

They shivered a little bit at the tone. "I... sorry I just... are you... mad at me...?" He seemed a bit shaken by the tone. ...For someone taller than most, it seemed to scare easily.

[blink. welp, now he feels bad.]

uhh.. sorry. no. just shut- just be quiet and don't worry about it. i'm not gonna do anything.

[though maintaining a certain level of snark and bite to his words as a defense mechanism, he tried to soften up a bit. he only hurt people if they did something actually wrong. being stupid wasn't wrong, just.. annoying? a sense of irritability still lingered at Whitty's fear, but it was only stemmed from his own hypocrisy this time.]

"...I... I didn't know..." It mumbled, not wanting to get a reaction like that again. "...I don't... I don't think I know anythin anymore..."

uhh... it's okay to not know. i shouldn't have been mad.

[RED shakes off his vulnerability, not liking that he got so weak. he didn't know what Whitty's deal was yet.]

"...Do people get mad about that kinda stuff a lot?" He hadn't yet interacted with enough people to know... Really they'd only had two brief interactions before this conversation, so it didn't really know what was normal or not anymore.

yes. they get mad when people don't know things or don't do exactly what they want. [RED remarks, his staticky voice sharpening a bit in spite. a lot of his experiences involved arrogant people, it's only his nature to think all act that way.]

They weren't sure what to think of the answer, and were quiet for a bit as he thought it through. "...How can anyone get along like that?" There had to be something, right? It may not have much to remember, but for the most part, the interactions they'd had so far hadn't been too bad...

eh. beats me. [RED didn't remember many nice people - all of the ones off the top of his head were code except for three, and the rest were self-centered demons to him.] some people are fine but human decency is uncommon.

"Oh... Maybe I've just been lucky so far then... Met three people 'n the only one who really got upset was you. ...The other two didn't stay long though..." He didn't really know what to think now... If people really were that bad... Would it just be better to avoid them completely?

that or they were being nice for some ulterior motive. [RED doesn't really mean to spew his jaded cynicism onto amnesiac Whitty, but it's his instinct; WARN THE UNAWARE.]

"...People do that?" They didn't like the thought of that at all. ...Could he really trust anyone then?

unfortunately. [maybe he should've been more optimistic, but it's not like this could go too terribly. maybe Whitty was just some more lines of codes and booleans sewn together. at least the guys upstairs had the decency to make him seem living. of course, that also meant they were trying to screw with his feelings again. great.]

just look out.

"...I... alright... I'll be careful. ...thanks for tellin me about it... I... I didn't know..." They still, admittedly, weren't quite sure, but it could appreciate the warning at least.

eh. glad to be helpful. [in hindsight, he could've done better with this situation. oh well. he can't take it back.]

"I just... If I can't trust anyone then... What about you? ...I mean... I don't... I don't even know you really..." They took a moment to think about it, then it lifted a hand to his head, looking conflicted. "I don't... I don't even know myself."

uhh.. [RED is a little ticked off - he helped, didn't he? but a bit of prudence goes a long way and he manages to hold in a rant.]

well, my name is RED. and maybe i exaggerated? a bit? just be cautious, don't accuse everyone of heinous crime or whatever crap. [he had a lot of trouble explaining why he'd be trustworthy in his head, so he didn't bother. he doesn't want to look desperate.]

"I... I don't think I would do that?" It didn't really know honestly... Maybe he wasn't like how it thought he was? ...They still didn't really know much about itself... "...RED, huh? ...I guess I'll.. try 'n introduce myself too. ...I... I think 'm Whitmore. ...Don't know what I might've been called before if 'm not..."

oh. that's a name. [why yes it is. RED laughs sardonically at his stupid comment.]

uhh, well, do you even know how you lost your memory? [a part of RED nagged him about how foolish of a question this was - RED had some memory loss himself, and he couldn't remember how, why, when or even what. still, he felt compelled to continue the conversation, which was weird.]

"I- I don't- How the hell'm I supposed t' know how it happened???" He couldn't remember anything before he'd woken up without any memory. The only reason he even kind of knew his name was because of the nametag that he didn't know how he got, or where it came from, or if it was even his at all. God, he was stressing about it just thinking about it.

i dunno, i was just trying to see if you knew something. [a bit of sharpness rises into his tone, but manages to flush it out. he shouldn't be so irrationally angry, he knows better.] it might be helpful to ask about it? i don't know, dude. [he crossed his arms, crating a sort of coil around himself.]

"...I don't know anythin... I... I don't... I don't even know who I am..." He was conflicted, to say the least. They had no memory of who they may have been before, and the closest it had to anything like that was a sort of vague feeling every now and then that he couldn't pin down

[RED has to ignore the small bit of.. pity? sprouting in him. it's not worth it...]

that's.. okay. you can try and make a new identity. you'll be fine.

[the words come out stronger than he intended. he sighs, defeated by his own lack of prosody.]

"...I hope so." they sighed. "Not like I know how t' get my memory back... if it's even possible..."

things will probably work out. probably. [he got this feeling that he wasn't being reassuring at all.]