you like depression because it matches your eyes

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[oh look, a folded pocket knife just sitting on the floor and no one to be found. dare you touch it?]

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... please don't throw me.

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I said 'please don't throw me', as in, whatever you're doing to me, I don't appreciate it.

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If you haven't discovered yet, I'm the knife.

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You're forgiven; but please, if you're going to set me down, set me in a place where people won't step on me.

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Either unfold me or set me aside.

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[and just as it had for the others, a silhouette of white light gleams proudly, shuddering off sparks as he places his feet on the ground. ... well hello there, Sora, your hand is now between Roxas-legs. thaaat's just what happens sometimes.]

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[smiles a little, amused. such silly creatures, they are.]

Quite alright. It's happened, the reactions are priceless.

Roxas-shaped? Am I an unoriginal model?

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[reaches forward to touch that cheek, tugging a little.]

Your embarrassment is showing.

[snickers, warm and velvet soft.]

I see ... I'm unique, then. What a discovery.

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[he doesn't plan on moving his hand, just stroking that cheek. these brown haired fellow sure are cute.]

They were, as well as other weapons. Our generation was mainly made for the use of the military forces, but soon enough we became trinkets just as their vehicles did; redeveloped and sold for high prices.

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[tucks a bit of hair behind Sora's ear, pulling back.]

I'm not sure what I'll do. Come what may.