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ㅤ ㅤ❛ 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚? ❜ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤfootprints along the dirt trail; the the first thing he notices. ㅤbeyond the markings in the mud, tufts of yellow peek out from behind the leafy oak canopy enveloping the trail. ㅤ he'd know that shade of yellow anywhere. pushing beyond the trees, he calls out a name. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤthere's a small box in his hands. it rattles when he walks; with each heavy footfall follows a small 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘, the box swaying in his grasp. narrowed oculi fixate beyond the trees surrounding him on either side —— where could that blasted boy be? ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ꒰´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈꒱：ㅤ hello. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ꒰´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈꒱：ㅤSOBS THAT WAS NOT MY BEST BUT THANK U TWIDDLES MY THUMBS ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ꒰´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈꒱：ㅤi know big bad techno is nice & all but can we also consider techno who considers the lil guys a part of his found family —— techno who looks after those who are weaker than he, who fights for those he discreetly cares about, who shows his gentle side ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ꒰´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈꒱：ㅤon god bro i just shit that out in the middle of class ㅤ

。。。 ㅤperhaps he'll rest a little while before heading back home. it's fruitless, his efforts —— what are the chances of finding one boy amongst many? ㅤ

。。。 with good intentions. is this all he had to show for his efforts? ㅤthe rustling of the leaves intensifies —— almost as if in warning. he ignores it, dropping his head as he slinks to the ground. reclining his back against the sack, he exhales heavily. 。。。

。。。 to them as a dog would to its master. ㅤbut what did he find to show for his efforts? ㅤnothing. ㅤsave for a tent, a withered campfire, and a heap of sheared logs, he'd found nothing. to say it was disappointing would be an understatement. after all, he'd come 。。。

。。。 set out. ㅤ he'd had no idea where he was going at first, because, really, the boy could have been anywhere. but the voices —— oh, the 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 —— had been ever so kind. they'd pointed him in the direction of the prairie on the coast, and he'd listened 。。。

。。。 had cared. he'd held back from searching for the boy as doing so may very well danger his own safety; but, try as he might, he couldn't sit back and do 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔. and so —— though he'd grumbled all the while —— he had packed a sack full of essentials and 。。。

。。。 arctic. he'd left home after hearing a passing rumour —— an inkling of a thought, barely a semblance of an idea. nonetheless, he'd heard it: that @exiledtoy had been exiled, banished from his home and left in the dirt. and though he'd tried not to show it, he 。。。