file ; alice yk500 , warm.
Unfortunately, Hank was correct. This seemed to be happening more and more with the android. Alice clung to her fox plush and stood at the edge of the Lieutenant’s bed, shaking her head at his words, “I-I had a nightmare,” She replied simply, her glossy eyes and shuttering shoulders a dead giveaway. Alice brought a hand up to her face to rub at one of her eyes, sniffling softly before speaking once more. “Can.. Can I sleep with you?”
in truth, alice’s in self colors the earth. soil to the trees. she’s just a child / cast far from the land o f pearlescent clouds and dreamland to what was real and undesired as she stands stoic at his bed. and it takes him a few passing moments to grumble, acknowledge his whereabouts, in the position he sits. his elbows act as leverage and he’s woken up to this, child-like fear and hope. FALTERS. and his head nods a slow yes, parental willingness to meet a need. ❛❛ uh. yeah. .. yeah, c’mon. ❜❜ there does he move thither-ward, prompting him to slip his hands beneath her arms to assist and lift her to sit on his mattress. pause. a very long pause. ultimately, begins to shape pillows on the right side of the bed to form a place. NIGHT LAST / COMFORT KEPT. his brow quirks in search of ACKNOWLEDGMENT ; satisfaction. ❛❛ good ? you wanna tell me about it ? ❜❜
@ykfive , cont.