🐇 - it was a stuffed monkey that Eight had been given, she couldn't remember who had given it to her just that she had it as long as she could remember. It had been hers and hers alone - no one else was allowed to touch it if Eight didn't say it was okay. But as she saw the other girl - Eleven sitting on her own she glanced at the toy before deciding it was time to share her animal with someone else.
it had been a tough day, papa had pushed her further than he had the day before. she was tired, exhausted and her head hurt. eleven sat in silence at the table, her head resting against the cool metal surface to find some relief. she was hardly paying attention to the others around her – until a stuffed monkey was pushed in her direction. her hand rose from her lap very slowly to grasp at it, a tired smile on her face as she shifted her gaze to find the other girls eyes. “pretty.” she said softly.