[ she could laugh, truly, and adoringly at this permission he seems to be asking her. the pets? oh, he is allowed to do much more than that and needn’t ask! as a response, ammy lowers herself until she’s flat on the floor— rolls sideways, then belly right up, exposed and just asking for it. do your thing, you man. this pleases Mother. ]
That they do.
[ ironically, she also refers to him. not that he has done anything of the sort yet, but most do. it’s a little human, she can see it in their eyes— but she loves it. that’s her boy. the one with less of a solid doppelgänger, still there but beginning to lose the foothold it once had.
innocently, she regards something that this supposed middle aged woman with too many children shouldn’t be seeing. ]
Your tick seems ill. Are the Good Chats doing a number?
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That they do.
[ ironically, she also refers to him. not that he has done anything of the sort yet, but most do. it’s a little human, she can see it in their eyes— but she loves it. that’s her boy. the one with less of a solid doppelgänger, still there but beginning to lose the foothold it once had.
innocently, she regards something that this supposed middle aged woman with too many children shouldn’t be seeing. ]
Your tick seems ill. Are the Good Chats doing a number?