Heatman has made it a habit of regularly visiting Gold Foot because Gold Arm had told him to, but today when he comes by and clambers up onto a chair beside him, his little face is drawn and thoughtful.
"Hey, mister Gold Foot? Can I ask you something?" He fidgeted, then went on, "What are you supposed to do when you feel bad but it has nowhere to go? Because I- I did something really really bad but Quick is back now, and-"
He pulled his legs up to his chest. "...And nobody is agreeing to pull my IC chip out if I get made to do it again and then come through the bridge when Blues kills me. Again." He sucked in a breath. "I don't want to be a danger to anybody like that, even if Gold Arm says he can countermand things. Do you think..."
He looked away, half pulling his head back inside his box. "Do you think you'd be willing to do it?"
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Date: 2024-03-17 06:22 pm (UTC)"Hey, mister Gold Foot? Can I ask you something?" He fidgeted, then went on, "What are you supposed to do when you feel bad but it has nowhere to go? Because I- I did something really really bad but Quick is back now, and-"
He pulled his legs up to his chest. "...And nobody is agreeing to pull my IC chip out if I get made to do it again and then come through the bridge when Blues kills me. Again." He sucked in a breath. "I don't want to be a danger to anybody like that, even if Gold Arm says he can countermand things. Do you think..."
He looked away, half pulling his head back inside his box. "Do you think you'd be willing to do it?"