#heartlessreplica

[arachnesgamble-blog]

Nnnnnnnnn.

Another replica, if I had e

[dilutedaspirations]

It doesn't matter when for me. I'm free a lot of the time.

Well, I'm usually free. Maybe in a few days.

[dilutedaspirations]

Do you know how to cook.

Of course!

Though I tend to eat live meat, I still remember how to cook.

[paranormative-blog]

heartlessreplica reblogged your post and added:

I am not adorable.

Of course you are. It's a requirement!

[paranormative-blog]

heartlessreplica started following you

It seems that my small, adorable audience has increased by one. Good evening!

[tentaclinician-blog]

You don't wait to write a reply, instead shutting the lid of your laptop and sliding out of your chair. That was precisely the invitation to talk about it that you were looking for. He wasn't very eager to talk last night after whatever happened while he was out in the forest and so you decided to give him as much space as he needed. You were worried about him but you're not going to ignore his comfort level just because you want to help.

After consulting your crystal ball you float down the stairs like you did last night, touching down upon the floor and walking the rest of the way over to him. You're not sure exactly what's going on with him and you haven't attempted to peer into the future for the sake of his privacy. 

[tentaclinician-blog]

( It's late when you finally flash back to the laboratory. You're tired and hungry and can't be bothered to walk so you choose to float instead, slipping through your open window and hovering your way down the steps towards the brownies. Riku Replica is sleeping on the couch, blankets messily spread over him and trailing onto the ground. You shake your head and smile, floating over to arrange them properly for him.

As you're spreading more manageably folded sheets over him you see the tear stains on his cheeks. Streak after streak runs down his face from whenever he gave up on wiping them away. You blink away the sting of your tired eyes and make your way back upstairs quietly. The thought of food right now is making you sick. )

[tentaclinician-blog]

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There's a lot of things I could say about him but I'm afraid I don't have nearly enough time to nor is my vocabulary nearly precise enough to adequately express what I would like to say.

He's interesting. A Replica of Riku. A 'fake' as he calls himself. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but he's grown his own personality. He's become his own person. He no longer walks in Riku's shadow. He has the freedom to choose his own path.

To that end I thought I might help him. And so it happened that we became friends. I never would've thought things would be so complicated, nor that they even could be. But I suppose that's what happens when you kiss someone who doesn't have his own heart. Who isn't supposed to have real feelings of his own.

I guess that means it's even more foolish of me to feel the way I do. I haven't exactly pinned it down yet. Or perhaps I have. Maybe I just want to postpone it as long as possible. I won't be able to overlook it for long, though. I've already shown him weakness.

I've opened the door for him and he could walk in at any moment. He's already more or less a permanent fixture in my home.

Will the same be true for my heart?

I'm afraid to look ahead and see for myself.