[They aren't a patient child. They aren't a patient being as a HOLE, whether it brings them to snow poffs or trash piles or the studious action of washing their hands. It's against their very nature to wait, and against their very nature to trust- but they do both, drawing upon the latter from another source entirely that attempts to fit and smooth over the jagged edges of their core.
Three sources attempting to soothe them. Chara doesn't recognize a single one. A messy exhale, biting their lip at how excessively loud it seems in their ears- but they need to breathe. Can't hold it in, can't temper it down, let it catch in their throat until they know it's coming out soundlessly.
They answer the question, instead.]
I haven't been to the library, as of late- just- rereading an old classic, when time permits.
[When they allow themself a moment to be selfish.]
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Three sources attempting to soothe them. Chara doesn't recognize a single one. A messy exhale, biting their lip at how excessively loud it seems in their ears- but they need to breathe. Can't hold it in, can't temper it down, let it catch in their throat until they know it's coming out soundlessly.
They answer the question, instead.]
I haven't been to the library, as of late- just- rereading an old classic, when time permits.
[When they allow themself a moment to be selfish.]