THE HAND THAT FEEDS ☆ friendship bracelets

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

The tiger listens closely to Wormwood's response, seeming to pause as he states something in particular. For anybody you love.

The boy frowns, tensing. What if you're not loved back, or they're gone, or you're unsure of love at all?

He watches the rest of the explanation, blinking quietly to himself. His paws shuffle as he thinks.

After thinking for a little bit, silently, he comes to a decision. "Can make for anyone? As many I want?" he asks quietly, looking to Wormwood with a gentle gaze. The boy stares at his body, sighing quietly as he tries to hopefully make his flames die down a bit - or at the very least move them to his back. And, with a little concentration, he is able to transfer anything pulsating from his paws more towards the upper part of his body, so he may at least reach out and hold onto things. He scooted a bit closer, grabbing a pawful of strings to twist.

He has no family, no true friends, and the one person he's trusted is long gone. Voices tell him of his mistakes. He knows he is insignificant now. But, that doesn't mean everyone else was - even if he did not know them. He wants to make one for everyone.