my auntie told her i kissed a soldier

[wearefriends]

[ WHO ]: EVERYONE
[ WHERE ]: ALL OVER THE APARTMENTS
[ WHEN ]: FROM 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 27TH UNTIL 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 3RD
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN
[ RATING ]: PG for now, will update if needs be.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing right now, will be updated if content makes it so.
[ NOTES ]: Okay everyone! Use this as a gigantic mingle log with the dolls. Leap into likely threads or post up private threads, no one minds! Let's just go for it.



HOLLA. GO FOR IT. Put the day your thread occurs on in the comment of your thread, but everything else is up to you!

Comments

[triggeringbiggering]

[Startled, the Once-ler reaches out to pat his back. He's a little uncertain of how to comfort him, and he keeps his eyes wide for any signs of any dolls.]

[fraternal]

I'm so sorry, Once'.

[triggeringbiggering]

[He looks at him, frowns, then shakes his head.]

Nothhing to bhve sorry abhvout. [Nothing to be sorry about. And he means it, too.]

It's okay.

[fraternal]

All of this- I keep getting you hurt- I'm so weak.

[triggeringbiggering]

[He gives him a light smack upside the head, then points at his cheeks. Then at Garry. Then shakes his head.]

Not. You.

[It's frustrating, he wants to say more, but it hurts. Damn it, and he'd left his phone in his apartment, when that horrible doll...

Dolls.

The hallways door bulges outwards.]

[fraternal]

[ the smack gives him a start, and he stares at Once-ler's face, his own expression softening as he wipes his tears away. he was... right, it wasn't his fault. it was so hard to convince himself of that, though, even if he knew the truth deep down. ]

...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making you speak too much, relax, alri- [ he yelps, and jumps to his feet, as he sees the door bulge out.

keeping Once-ler safe was his top priority now- he was wounded much more deeply than he himself was. carefully he'll secure his rose to his lapel, and reach for Once-ler's hand again. ]

Down the stairs?

[triggeringbiggering]

[He nods emphatically, and starts to scramble down the stairs.

A blur of orange and a something white - he screeches to a halt as his own doll lands on the stairs. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't terrifying.

With a yelp, he kicks the Lorax as hard as he can.]

[fraternal]

Watch your leg!

[ he moves to put himself between Once' and the orange Lorax doll to protect him if it strikes again. ]

Keep heading down!

[triggeringbiggering]

[Yep, going for you too, Garry. Once-ler tries to kick it again.]