( It's perhaps an odd way of putting it — to be "given" to a grandparent. But it's simply one of many odd, accepted things within the Graham household. They all knew it and let it be, like it was as normal as anything. On the surface, anyway. Underneath, how could any of them see it as "normal"?
Charlie pauses at the questions, giving the ghost of a frown of thought. Though some part of her had peeked out around Lysithea that one time, she doesn't actually remember it. Identity is strange, hazy, convoluted; it isn't often this persona comes out strong enough to know what's really going on like it has right now. )
I made dolls for her. She..... liked them, even better than Mom's dolls.
( The person who certainly isn't Peter or Paimon hesitates, eyes fixed on the floor and not Lysithea, seeming timid of her. )
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( It's perhaps an odd way of putting it — to be "given" to a grandparent. But it's simply one of many odd, accepted things within the Graham household. They all knew it and let it be, like it was as normal as anything. On the surface, anyway. Underneath, how could any of them see it as "normal"?
Charlie pauses at the questions, giving the ghost of a frown of thought. Though some part of her had peeked out around Lysithea that one time, she doesn't actually remember it. Identity is strange, hazy, convoluted; it isn't often this persona comes out strong enough to know what's really going on like it has right now. )
I made dolls for her. She..... liked them, even better than Mom's dolls.
( The person who certainly isn't Peter or Paimon hesitates, eyes fixed on the floor and not Lysithea, seeming timid of her. )
....Who're you?