a welcome : part II;

[mallowmods]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: Welcoming in the new members to Mallow Hallow
Where: Everywhere!
When: March 2nd.

[This is an overflow post for the intro log, so feel free to continue all threads from there over here! Or start a new thread entirely, if you'd like.]

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[puppetcrumpet]

"Well, my second student, be prepared, an ambush can happen any time, any where," he said.

[hollowbutnotempty]

Doll nodded again, grinning widely... and, pleased with Bro's agreement to teach it via tickle-attacks (however that was supposed to work!) it leaned over and hugged him, squeezing tightly.

Of course, "squeezing tightly", when it came to Doll, was entirely comparative. Doll really didn't have any strength to speak of; a human toddler would be a fair match for it in a wrestling contest. But the appearance of the effort it made to hug Bro tightly was certainly there, and the little moment of a slightly stronger squeeze than the rest of the hug could somewhat be felt, a little. Sort of.

Maybe Bro could consider going easy on it, where those ambushes were concerned? Then again, it was made of hard plastic....

[puppetcrumpet]

Of course, Doll's hug wouldn't have been any problem to handle, if he wasn't recovering from being stabbed fatally through the stomach.

Bro winces as his wound is squeezed.

"Sure, whatever, kid. What's your name anyways?" he asks.

[hollowbutnotempty]

Doll lets go to point to its shirt -- on the left chest of the long-sleeved tee, white against the gray fabric, is "Doll", and again in katakana below it. It points to that, and then taps its chest. "Doll" isn't just what it is, but its name, as well.

It looks rather proud of this, for some reason.

((lol. Doll's like, 5'9". I think it missed hugging around his stomach...))

[puppetcrumpet]

"Doll, huh," he asked. "Nice name."

((oops, well, it was a pretty bad wound))

[hollowbutnotempty]

Doll smiled at that, looking away a moment. Its body language suggested that if it weren't made of plastic, it would probably be blushing right now.

Mature? Not this one. It was acting like a young child, if anything, and Bro had just made it very happy. Between agreeing to teach it how to do things very quickly, and now the compliment, he'd most definitely made a friend in this toy-thing.

((and I recently posted a log here, if Bro wants to get involved, or pounce or anything. Could always head to Astralfield for training and find out about Doll's cheat-code-like skills then? IDK... ideas? :) ))

[puppetcrumpet]

And Bro's mental words are going 'Sugoi! Sugoi! Kawaii!' Yes, the stereotypical American fan-girl... in adult male form.

Doll is just so cute! And is making Bro smile! Completely unironic smiles!

[hollowbutnotempty]

If Doll understood that it was an achievement, it'd prolly be pretty proud of itself. As it was, it simply took the smile to mean that Bro was in a good mood. With a small wave to him, to say goodbye, it turned to head off, to go back to what it was originally doing, in a very good mood now itself.

[puppetcrumpet]

And Bro will stand there for awhile by himself, still completely unironically happy. He'll eventually find and claim a pillow that happens to be the same shade of purple as Doll's hair. Just because he was happy didn't mean he wasn't a pervert.

[hollowbutnotempty]

((Thank you; you totally win an award or something for making me choke on my tea laughing tonight! XD))