Actually, this whole thing was somewhat far-fetched for her to even believe, especially if this lady wasn’t exactly, ‘true’. Plus eternity, once one figures out how lonely it must be, it’s only a curse. If this was what pain felt like from being away from her partner, it wasn’t exactly ideal, although it was nice having a poptart plush for a partner. Ah, darn their similarities. In her gloved hands held a small wooden box, always resounding a song when opened. As pleasing as it was not to have a destructive personality, the song does seem quite repetitive and relatively boring once listening to it many times. Then came the search of finding her new partner, can’t say she was glad or anything, here’s to hoping they could match up their game to their former partner plush.
The pain was annoying to say the least, but when it subsided, she knew her partner was nearby. The robed figure slightly aligned their mask before searching diligently for her so-called, ‘partner’. Each step silently made a side as her own robe was trailing behind. Soon, her gaze landed upon someone, or at least she thought was someone because if she recalled, there was no way she knew if green people were regular. She must push that aside, even so, getting rid of the now dull music box was still a priority. Although, she, herself, does look quite, strange to others.
The young lady strolled towards the other, barely showing any hesitation. Clutching the box gently, she bowed her head in a greeting. Didn’t some partners have telepathy? So, this person might even be her partner, but unfortunately, it was too late to stop the greeting. As much as she was curious to know if she got telepathy, the poptart wouldn’t respond. Time to get on with the act.