THOUGHTS THAT ARE BROKEN ☆ felicity

[– 2D]

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If 2D had known that Felicity couldn't remember Murdoc's name, he probably would've been pretty amused. With the canine's constant goal of becoming "big and important," he probably would've been furious at the mere thought of someone not knowing his full name. And while 2D certainly cared about Murdoc – enough to follow him all the way here, anyways – he had to admit that it was pretty funny to watch the other's fury when he felt he was wrong. Granted, it wasn't quite as funny when it was directed at you. The serval found himself eagerly nodding as his name was repeated, before his tail swung down to curl around his paws, a purr leaving his throat, "Oh, Videogames? Yeah, I've met 'im. 'E was fere when Murdoc 'n' I joined. 'E seems real nice... I didn't know 'e 'ad another name, though! Guess it's kinda like 2D... since s'shorter 'n' everyfink." Felix was a nice name, and certainly one that would probably be easier for his damaged mind to remember. Hopefully the other wouldn't be too offended if he used it instead of Videogames, though.

He was getting a bit off track however, and thankfully Felicity was here to remind him of what they were talking about in the first place. When he was questioned about where he was from, he felt a sort of childlike giddiness in his chest, mainly because it wasn't a question he heard often. He didn't really hear any questions all that much before this, considering he had been a loner and then the constant companion of Murdoc, but his old home was certainly not a topic that came up very often. Spreading out his blue paws in front of him, the singer made a motion somewhat akin to a shrug before he spoke, "My 'ome? Well, m'not sure where exactly it was, location wise. I know fere where lotsa trees 'round where I lived, 'n' my parents were obviously servals. But m'mum always just told me I was a loner, so I never fought t'ask much more. Sorry if fat isn't very 'elpful... maybe m'parents came from off th'island? Fat would explain th'accents, wouldn't it?" He really wasn't explaining that much, was he? He could only hope that Felicity wouldn't get too angry at him for his vague answers, he supposed.

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