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12:09pm August 20, 2014

disgustinganimals:

Please don’t vote for birds rights activists in any upcoming elections. They just want your bread.

11:53am August 20, 2014

forgetful01

Forg you beautiful motherfucker

11:52am August 20, 2014

((I will defend Donald Duck until the day I die))

11:36am August 20, 2014
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"Fine." He said simply. Softly. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked up to Gilbert with a weak grin.
The clockwork still had his face pressed against his knees, shoulders trembling slightly. Oddly, the fabric looked damp…

Roderich blinked. Gilbert couldn’t cry. He knew that for certain. He got up and slowly approached him, pressing his finger to the damp cloth.

"S’magic," he bumbled, glancing up for a moment— sure enough, something close to water left streaks across his face. "The dumb… The dumb anonyms, they just… Do these things to me. A lot."

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"Fine." He said simply. Softly. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked up to Gilbert with a weak grin.

The clockwork still had his face pressed against his knees, shoulders trembling slightly. Oddly, the fabric looked damp…

Roderich blinked. Gilbert couldn’t cry. He knew that for certain. He got up and slowly approached him, pressing his finger to the damp cloth.

"S’magic," he bumbled, glancing up for a moment— sure enough, something close to water left streaks across his face. "The dumb… The dumb anonyms, they just… Do these things to me. A lot."

8:46am August 20, 2014
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"Fine." He said simply. Softly. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked up to Gilbert with a weak grin.
The clockwork still had his face pressed against his knees, shoulders trembling slightly. Oddly, the fabric looked damp…

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"Fine." He said simply. Softly. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked up to Gilbert with a weak grin.

The clockwork still had his face pressed against his knees, shoulders trembling slightly. Oddly, the fabric looked damp…

8:33am August 20, 2014
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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered. It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.
He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

Roderich swallowed hard, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose self-consciously. "I…" He was about to say something and then kept quiet. He didn’t want people to know. And not even Gilbert. He bit his lips, looking away.

"I got no choice," the boy continued, his voice muffling further. "Even when I try to I can’t hide anything. I’m a terrible liar. Couldn’t even protect you from what happened before I met you. I’m easy to read, a child’s mind in a teenager’s body."Gilbert hiccuped."I love you lots, Roddi, but I don’t understand."

Roderich rubbed his face, looking somewhat ashamed of it all. "I love you too. Lots." The words were soft and croaked out, and then he his his face in his hands.

"Please don’t handle a gun again."He didn’t mean to be restrictive; by all means if Roderich wanted to use a gun he could /teach/ him. Even though Gilbert wasn’t supposed to have any weapons at all.

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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered.

It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.

He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

Roderich swallowed hard, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose self-consciously.

"I…" He was about to say something and then kept quiet.

He didn’t want people to know. And not even Gilbert.

He bit his lips, looking away.

"I got no choice," the boy continued, his voice muffling further. "Even when I try to I can’t hide anything. I’m a terrible liar. Couldn’t even protect you from what happened before I met you. I’m easy to read, a child’s mind in a teenager’s body."

Gilbert hiccuped.

"I love you lots, Roddi, but I don’t understand."

Roderich rubbed his face, looking somewhat ashamed of it all.

"I love you too. Lots." The words were soft and croaked out, and then he his his face in his hands.

"Please don’t handle a gun again."

He didn’t mean to be restrictive; by all means if Roderich wanted to use a gun he could /teach/ him. Even though Gilbert wasn’t supposed to have any weapons at all.

8:32am August 20, 2014

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He never did get up from the fire escape.

Gilbert’s leaning against the wall, blinking blearily with his hands in his lap. While he should go inside and check on Lutz and start making breakfast, his body just felt too…

"I’ve been sittin’ out here since midnight," he admitted, shifting to let his head rest against Kyle’s shoulder. "The sun was real pretty, comin’ up all pink and yellows."

For a while he listened to the brunet talk, nodding a little. It was okay to cry— he certainly did a lot of it, lately, which made him feel pathetic, but he always had a difficult grasp on his emotions.

"…I’m scared, I think. I’m scared because I don’t know how to be an adult. I’ve always needed someone to take care of me. And now Lutz needs someone to look after him. Even when I was raising Ludwig, Fritz was always there to help me, to catch us both, and he was so good at it."

8:27am August 20, 2014

Learn to be quiet about your misery
And keep your sadness in the dark.

 Because, my dear…
                                    Nobody cares about your broken fragile heart.

8:22am August 20, 2014
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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered. It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.
He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

Roderich swallowed hard, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose self-consciously. "I…" He was about to say something and then kept quiet. He didn’t want people to know. And not even Gilbert. He bit his lips, looking away.

"I got no choice," the boy continued, his voice muffling further. "Even when I try to I can’t hide anything. I’m a terrible liar. Couldn’t even protect you from what happened before I met you. I’m easy to read, a child’s mind in a teenager’s body."Gilbert hiccuped."I love you lots, Roddi, but I don’t understand."

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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered.

It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.

He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

Roderich swallowed hard, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose self-consciously.

"I…" He was about to say something and then kept quiet.

He didn’t want people to know. And not even Gilbert.

He bit his lips, looking away.

"I got no choice," the boy continued, his voice muffling further. "Even when I try to I can’t hide anything. I’m a terrible liar. Couldn’t even protect you from what happened before I met you. I’m easy to read, a child’s mind in a teenager’s body."

Gilbert hiccuped.

"I love you lots, Roddi, but I don’t understand."

8:20am August 20, 2014

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mechanikalspielzeug:

He never did get up from the fire escape.

Gilbert’s leaning against the wall, blinking blearily with his hands in his lap. While he should go inside and check on Lutz and start making breakfast, his body just felt too heavy.

"Gilbie?" Kyle was walking towards him, thankful he had managed to find him. There weren’t too many places to hide, and once he realized Gilbert was hiding, this was the first place he had checked. "What’s going on?"

The automaton blinked at hearing his name, turning his head and being met with Kyle’s knees.

Ah.

He gave the brunet a watery sort of smile, not looking up to meet his gaze.

"Was just… I dunno, really. Those dumb grey things put a spell on me that made me able to cry and— and I didn’t… I didn’t want Lutz to see that…"

8:15am August 20, 2014
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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered. It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.
He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

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Roderich looked dumbfounded. “Gilbert!” He stammered.

It was neither really. More that he scared the little automaton. But he held that in. It would take a few drinks to let it out.

He snuffled a little, not looking up at him. “S’true, though, isn’t it? Same reason why you wear those dumb glasses. You don’t want anyone t’know anything about you, really. Not even me. It’s very hard, sometimes, to figure out what you’re thinking, to understand what you want from me. It makes me sad.”

8:12am August 20, 2014

((Help me I’ve discovered Disney Tsum Tsums and I am dying))

8:08am August 20, 2014
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Roderich stuttered weakly as he tried to think of a response. Finally he settled with an “I understand…” The gunpowder still felt a little warm on his coat sleeve.

The automaton forcibly unloaded the gun— clearly knowing his way around weapons of the sort— and dropped both the last of the bullets and the revolver to the floor."And you especially do not look down the barrel like a damn idiot."

"I am not a damn idiot." He huffed indignantly. Okay, so guns weren’t Roderich’s forte. At all. He was a bow and arrow man. And you couldn’t really shoot a bow at yourself unless you were trying particularly hard. He watched the bullets fall to the floor and he huffed again.

"Don’t take that tone with me," Gilbert growled, before brushing past him to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room and hug his knees to his chest.Didn’t Roderich understand how dangerous guns were?It only takes one bullet and you’re gone forever…

Roderich’s eyes widened. He did know. But he was sure it wasn’t loaded! "But you called me an idiot."

"You coulda died," he sniffled, muffled against his kneecaps. "You coulda died and I’m so tired of the folks I care about dyin’."

Roderich sighed and rubbed his face. Right. Gilbert’s family…or whatever it was considered. “I…I know.”

Did Roderich really care or was this one of his grumpy push-it-away-for-later things?The doll just stayed huddled up, hiding his face.

Probably a little of both. Put it aside to sort out later. "I’m sorry." He mumbled, looking away from him.

"You’re not," Gilbert replied, sounding morose. "You aren’t. You won’t be until you’ve had three glasses of wine and it comes all tumbling out into your lap. And even then it will be guilt because I slapped you, not guilt for being dumb with weapons."

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Roderich stuttered weakly as he tried to think of a response. Finally he settled with an “I understand…” The gunpowder still felt a little warm on his coat sleeve.

The automaton forcibly unloaded the gun— clearly knowing his way around weapons of the sort— and dropped both the last of the bullets and the revolver to the floor.

"And you especially do not look down the barrel like a damn idiot."

"I am not a damn idiot." He huffed indignantly.

Okay, so guns weren’t Roderich’s forte. At all. He was a bow and arrow man. And you couldn’t really shoot a bow at yourself unless you were trying particularly hard.

He watched the bullets fall to the floor and he huffed again.

"Don’t take that tone with me," Gilbert growled, before brushing past him to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room and hug his knees to his chest.

Didn’t Roderich understand how dangerous guns were?

It only takes one bullet and you’re gone forever…

Roderich’s eyes widened. He did know. But he was sure it wasn’t loaded!

"But you called me an idiot."

"You coulda died," he sniffled, muffled against his kneecaps. "You coulda died and I’m so tired of the folks I care about dyin’."

Roderich sighed and rubbed his face. Right. Gilbert’s family…or whatever it was considered. “I…I know.”

Did Roderich really care or was this one of his grumpy push-it-away-for-later things?

The doll just stayed huddled up, hiding his face.

Probably a little of both. Put it aside to sort out later.

"I’m sorry." He mumbled, looking away from him.

"You’re not," Gilbert replied, sounding morose. "You aren’t. You won’t be until you’ve had three glasses of wine and it comes all tumbling out into your lap. And even then it will be guilt because I slapped you, not guilt for being dumb with weapons."