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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ-- He was kinda like the butler of the family, and he knows it. And in all honesty he didn’t mind. They did need some figure to help them keep themselves more or less within impulse control, all things considered. It’s not that they couldn’t be trusted on their own devices, but more that realistically they are at a point they can’t do everything themselves-- And unlike what society kinda tries to pin, there’s no shame in needing help.
It’s become almost a daily habit by now: He takes breakfast already ready (made by either Archangel or his assigned child) over to the skeleton, so he wouldn’t have to worry about having to do breakfast ontop of having to get ready to go to work. And as a way to make sure he did eat well before leaving to start the day. This morning was no different.
The silence feels kind of uncharacteristic today for some reason.
He remains in Bleu’s bedroom while he eats his breakfast, looking... unfocused. As if he was looking around for some chore to do. Though truth be told, it’s more like the bear had something in mind to speak about, but is mentally debating to himself whether he actually should do so or not.
He’s not going to make this awkward, right?
Sure, Golden Freddy and Bleu rarely had significant conversations that could be considered ‘heart to heart’. After all, the bear was made specifically for Madotsuki, while Bleu had his own creation to cover him. But frankly? He’s never liked Archangel very much. Well, it’s not Archangel herself, personally. He’s not fond of how she supports Bleu especially when he’s going through a especially down time: His perception sees her actions as more enabling of Bleu’s self-destructive tendencies than actually helpful for his health (especially when his tendency is isolating himself). Then again, he built her, of course she’d reflect him. He just hopes her AI develops as soon as possible so that she can consciously be of better support.
“... you cannot keep on like that.” The mechanical bear says suddenly without much of a clear context, his back to Bleu as he was opening the blinds-- only to close them again a moment later. He can’t bring himself to admit or show it, but he’s fairly paranoid too. Though he’s trying to use the paranoia to his advantage: Thinking, ticking, trying to be one step ahead.
“You are merely waiting, rather than living.”
