fortroughs replied to your post: SMOOCHIE TIME, MISTER GILBERT!!
[HE’S A TRICKSTER GILBERT, BEWARE, HE WAS INFECTED BY MATTHEW] [BUUUUT JUMPS UP AND SMOOCHES!!]
[manages to keep his balance when the other hops up, hoisting him up with one arm]
I’M REALLY SORRY THAT I GET NERVOUS AND WORRIED AND EVERYTHING BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE NOW EVERYTHING IS BETTER AND I’LL BE OKAY!
DO YOU WANNA BE HAPPY, TOO?
[ALL THE SMOOCHES YES]
[SWINGS LIGHTLY IN GRASP, HUG SQUEEZE] NO WORRIES THERE, KIDDO. DON’T BE SORRY! SORRY IS IN THE PAST!
WE’RE GONNA BE ALRIGHT, YES, EVERYONE IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT.
[SWINGS, DANCES IN PLACE WITH, SWINGSWING]
[SQUEALS!! AND JUST HUGS AROUND GILBERT’S NECK AND SMOOCHES CHEEKS SMOOCHIE SMOOCHIE SMOOOOOOOOCH!!]
YEAH, IT’LL BE ALRIGHT!! THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT!!
YEAH!! AND WE CAN FEED LOTS OF DUCKS!!!!
fortroughs replied to your post: I’ve been curious for a while
Hey, uhh -hesitates for a moment, thinking of what to call you, just settles on human name- Peter!
[he smiles at his name] Yes! Hey there! I was practicing my tumbling again, do you wanna see? I think I got it down pat this time!
Sure, let’s see what you’ve got. -had nearly forgotten about the whole somersault thing-
[he stands up, grinning from ear to ear, before leaning down and doing a perfect somersault.]
—haha! I really did it this time!!
city-of-bern started following you
…oh? [he peers up at her, curious, before scuffling his feet] …’lo there. An’ who are you?
Hallo! I’m Nanneli! You must be Peter!
…y’know who I am?
Your one of Kugelmugels friends!
.. .. ..I am?
I always thought you were…
I don’ know anyone b y that name.
[I like how he changes and tries to adjust when talking to different people]
[ yes! /o/ That’s how a lot of children react to different people—especially when they’ve gone through as much emotional trauma as Peter has. They’re more…sensitive I guess?? and they’re more willing to please. I really like that about Peter, too, especially recently. ]
Perhaps I shall go out into the garden for some meditation.
I…no, it’s okay. I’m fine, sir. It’s just…it makes me so happy. Like…it’s happy and it makes my heart hurt a little bit. [he swallows, chewing on the foods, before licking his lips]
And, ah. I’m sorry, sir. I—you can call me whatever you want. It just…makes me uncomfortable, sir.
Your head hurt? Would you like some healing for that? Or perhaps— I could energise some Malachite for you to take with you. it will help with the headache.. or clear quartz in fact - it’ll be good for anxiety and bouts of sadness.
[He nods slightly to himself before furrowing his brows]
I shan’t do it again then. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.
No sir, not…not my head. My heart. It’s not a bad hurt, sir. I like this sort of hurt. It reminds me of my father. It’s—it’s good, you can—
Oh, no sir! Please, call me whatever makes you happy. [he swallows] I shan’t start crying again, it was…it was an accident, I swear. I didn’t mean to. I just…I was so happy, sir.
Sometimes I wonder if trying to be a ‘good little brother’ is actually worth it.
I try laughing and smiling all the time for everyone and then in the end everyone scolds me because Arthur doesn’t want me.
I’m so tired of that happening.
Maybe I should stop being everyone’s little brother.