Ken’s frustration was building by the minute. one moment, Barbie is speaking to him and seeming interested. the next, it’s like he doesn’t even exist to her. she always prioritizes herself or her friends — which he respects! but that doesn’t make the ache in his chest any better. that is meant to be their house, and he’s so tired of working to win her over.
he is headed back home from after one of Barbie’s big dance parties. sulking. the music and moves replay in his head and he feels a bit less alone. Ken hums to himself, though it fades after a moment. the walk back home feels so long when he does it by himself.
though he’s suddenly aware that he really isn't alone anymore, an unfamiliar voice that seems to be speaking to him. he turns to face the other and furrows his eyebrows. who is this? a new Ken? it wasn’t out of the question — new dolls turn up all the time. could even be someone entirely new, not Barbie or Ken, like Allan or Midge.
“ you look like you could use a friend, ” @skollisms says.
“ actually, yeah, i could ... wow! i love your outfit! "
“ i’m Ken, ” he offers with an extended hand. he expands, “ i, uh, beach. my job, i mean, is beach. ”