#clyde perry

[sinyalastwink]

Easy honey. You're the one puttin' words in my mouth. If the boot fits, that's your business.

You’re not even going to comfort me?..whatever I don’t really wanna go out anymore.

[demimccallion]

It's times like these where I need Clyde. I want him more than anything in the world. He wouldn't know what to do, but just having him there would make everything so much better.

Clyde had a way of making me feel happier whenever he was around. He didn't have to speak, all he had to do was stand there and look pretty.

I enjoyed knowing that the second I got home he would be there, he could help me through all my troubles. Frustration, sadness, emptiness, I couldn't expect him to get it but I knew he would try.

To me, he was everything but. He was charming, he had a way with words, he was like an angel sent down from heaven, my angel.

And I miss my angel everyday. I miss giving him kisses, I miss his soft belly and those squishy little cheeks, I miss his sweet smile and his evil grin...

I miss holding him, I miss being with him, I miss having him here with me. But alas, there's no use. I'll never have him back. Not even my own research is enough to bring him back. My life's work, research I've spent every waking moment of my life on, and I still can't bring him back. I must be the most pathetic, useless little bitch in this facility.

[sinyalastwink]

Careful now, sweetheart. Askin' when I'll be pickin' ya up sounds mighty eager for a fella who's fixin' to tell me he's got standards.

You’re making me sound like a whore why are you emotionally manipulating me.

[sinyalastwink]

Are you a low blood or a high blood? I'm only kismesis with low bloods but I can be your matesprite if you're a high blood. I'm not into moirails but if that's what you want right now I don't mind. Let's fill a pail for her majesty and make the new generation of trolls

I have the second highest blood pressure in Sinyala so sure but I’m not making no trolls I don’t like them.

[sinyalastwink]

Shoulda known you were so high-maintenance based off the looks o' ya. Don't chu worry sweet thing, i'll getcha a real fine “wine n' dine.”

I’m not high maintenance I have standards, when are you picking me up?

[demimccallion]

I remember how Clyde used to act before what happened. I remember how heartbroken he was to be put down. He cursed that baby man for days...

I remember my husband sometimes, and other times I remember Clyde. The sides he'd hate me talking about, the sides he needed me to talk about, I remember so many things...

But all I can do is remember. I can't see or feel anymore, I only have my mind... I wonder how he thought of me. Truly. The way I saw him tended to change depending on age

As a younger woman, I viewed him as big. As strong. He was older than me by a few years, but to me it was a lifetime. He was wiser. He was beautiful. But he wasn't human

As me and our relationship grew, so did his humanity to me. I saw it, really saw it. The way humans were supposed to be, the feelings they had, the love they felt... I wanted a decoration, I had never really known how humans were like. I got so much more... For the better or worse.

He opened up first after I had given him enough lies to seem vulnerable. He hated it, he really hated being vulnerable like that, but it felt revolutionary for me. I held him so close that night it felt like a snow storm the moment he left my arms

He was my prime example of a human, someone capable of hurting others, of loving others, of feeling sad and glad and scared and... All sorts of things... Slowly, I began to copy his mannerisms. His joy, his sadness, his love...

I felt human for once. It felt so amazing, I wanted nothing more than to scream and shout and dance around! Human I am, human I will always be! For once I didnt feel cold, I felt warm, I felt my skin and organs and muscles and... Everything that kept me together!

It keeps me from being a corpse, keeps me human, and God how amazing it is...

I have nobody else to thank but my Blue... He cured me of whatever ailment I had suffered 19 years with and gave me the gift of humanity!

I hate remembering he's gone... I wish I could've thanked him. I never gave him a full thank you, it hurts so horribly knowing that. The day he died, I didn't tell him how much I loved him. How much he did for me. I told him I loved him and gave a simple goodbye.

I didn't just love him, I needed him. I adored him. He died thinking I simply loved him, he died thinking of me as just a wife...

Sailor didn't get to tell his son that, he didn't get an ‘I love you’. Yet I feel horrible for getting to tell him that. Strange, huh?

I wish he could still be here. I can name so many different memories.. The way his eyes widened when I told him the news, the way his eyes sparkled like a child's. A father, the greatest achievement for a man to have, and it was ripped from him by that stupid rat bitch! Disgusting...

He was so excited, he wanted so badly to have that life with me... I can't help but feel angry at how unfair it is...

I'm rambling, it's unbecoming. But there's just so much to say about Mr.Blue!

[j-unocore]

Could we see a Clyde maybe👉👈

yes sure ^_^

[sinyalastwink]

My cat want to say hello and I have a pack of cigarettes and alcohol for you

Awhh hello tuxedo cat and welcome back my cigarettes and alcohol.