(*Seeing Flaps satisfied by the snack, the anon grows bolder. Against her better judgment, she inches slightly closer to Flaps. She tentatively holds her arm out, and gestures at Flaps to come to her.) After a nice meal, wouldn’t you like to be pet? I won’t hurt you, I promise!

šŸ“ [Oh! Bad move, anon. He growls, pulling his toy closer to him protectively. He must think that outstretched hand is going for it.]

šŸ“ [Maybe try a different approach.]

(*The anon that offered a game of fetch stops moving, staring right back at Flaps. A warm smile brightens her face. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a steak and throws it over to Flaps.) There you go! That should be more filling than eating others would be!

* [He WAS starting to squint, but…. That steak gets his attention quick! He stretches his neck to snap it right up, barely taking a few seconds to swallow it. Not… wholly satisfying, but he seems a lot more at ease having been fed.]

∯

* { i guess it’s kinda telling that i’m only able to talk about myself with these, huh. i don’t talk to anyone else much. and even then the only reason i’m answering these is because flaps is out of commission. }

Runiel, no. We’re not afraid of you, and we wouldn’t be better off without you. Flaps wouldn’t either. You’ve done so much for everyone, you deserve a break. Even though you’ve been given terrible knowledge and responsibilities no one should have, you haven’t gone mad with anger or power. You’re far better than the so-called “gods” of the void. Even heroes need a rest sometimes. We’re glad to know you, we like caring for you. Stop worrying about everyone else, focus on you and Flaps!

* { it’s just been hard. }

* { we’ve been trying – we really have. but. things keep coming up, people go at us for not doing enough. it just doesn’t end. ever. }

* { and if they arent coming to us for help, they’re scared. they don’t want anything to do with us. and i don’t know what’s worse at this point. }

* { but… i appreciate the sentiment. }