[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: …does it ever weigh on you, though?
FEATHERWEIGHT: Hmm?
FEATHERWEIGHT: How do you mean?
POLKA DOT: Legacy and all, feels like it’d be a lot to think about with your work.
FEATHERWEIGHT: Hmmm….
FEATHERWEIGHT: Maybe so.
FEATHERWEIGHT: But I keep on.
FEATHERWEIGHT: It gives me drive more than it gives me pause. Some out of spite for what he thought I couldn’t do, and some out of wanting to make him proud.
FEATHERWEIGHT: And simply put- he’s dead. It’s not like I’ll ever have to deal with him being disappointed in me again.
FEATHERWEIGHT: Perhaps that’s a morbid way of looking at it…
FEATHERWEIGHT: But I prefer to think of him as proud of me when I do think about how he’d feel, watching over me.
FEATHERWEIGHT: At the very least, he’d be approving of the partnership with Laurie’s.
FEATHERWEIGHT: While he was a bit of a prude, he did want the best for this city.
FEATHERWEIGHT: The fact that I’m making a difference, even if a small one, would please him, I think.

The stork chuckles to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.

FEATHERWEIGHT: That’s all we can do, right?
FEATHERWEIGHT: Just try.
 

The room settles into a comfortable silence despite the heavy topic, no one feeling a need to say anything.

It’s peaceful.

 

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It’s dark by the time you and Willow are walking back, a tote bag slung over your arm carrying Roulette’s new outfit. You had managed to finish its scarf and then some in time, with Devo’s outfit all done and Tim’s most of the way there.

CROSSBONE: You know, you never told me what you want for your outfit.
CROSSBONE: I need to make sure my girlfriend’s nice and warm out there, after all.