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None of them knew where they were, the three, the trio, now more united than ever, sat in a small box. Which was recognized as an office. It wasn't His though. He couldn't explain who he was talking to. But Himself…he was. Thinking.
The Heart thought.
Remembering.
For what or why? No idea.
...
(“As little as we were, finding anyone to develop attraction to seemed non existent. We never admired anyone. Or at least anyone in that way. Soul saw everyone as just themselves. Random people, who if lucky, we would form some friendship.
We were told about other…types of relationships later on.
We were always friends with boys. Girls were rare.
Mind would always ask random things. For being young, it had an assortment of things ringing in his head. It always wanted more or something different.
He'd hate any notion of us assuming to be liking any girl. It annoyed him but made me laugh. Soul was .. indifferent.
As we grew, the expectations of a “girlfriend” wasn't something we cared for. Wasn't in Sol’s head. The conversations of deviating from the “norm”...
Soul just agreed. He wouldn't talk back about that. Just nod and be done.
We'd just nod …and move along.
...
Considering the idea of the conventional, it didn't bother us. Sure it was kinda dumb. But…it didn't matter to us back then.… …”)
{“Do you wanna break…?”}
(“..... No.. it's fi- No. I'm good.”)
The Heart filled with his hoodie laces, circling around his fingers as they found the way back to their words.
(“ …Expression never really was a thing. It was but wasn't. It was in a way you could go however you wanted. But act? Hm.. not all the time. Being angry all the time never fit. Ah, but that's not what uh.. nope.
Later on in life, we wanted to try new things. Having nicknames help if we wanna find a name that's comfortable to use. Something to try and stick, or not. (Nicknames that sounded nice to hear without feeling the same.) … Being addressed as anything other than “sir”, “he”, or anything like that was interesting. Personally I didn't mind. But I still identified with that. What about you two?”)
[“I don't really care. It doesn't bug me or anything like that.”]
{“It's…! Heh, it's surprising .. It was surprising. .. But cool. Something new.”}
The Soul tapped their fingers together, looking down at their chair with its tail surrounding itself. Meanwhile Mind rolled its eye, but continued looking at…whomever.
[“It's entirely weird. But in an inside way. You are you, but you don't fully feel that you are you. As Soul puts it a lot.”]
(“Anyways. But what they said fit into those lines of questions. We always thought we were just “unconventional” to actually be a guy. But right now, I'd still say we are. Even if Apollo and Atlas could change that entirely. Hehe. Hm.
Where were we..? Ah. Mhm.
Later on, everything just…. stopped. ….My insides took hold, my breath dead, and my eyes clouded. …But I knew one thing. …This experience was different. She was. … And it was over. It hurt.
We were supposed to not like her. We couldn't. It didn't make sense.”)
[“Trying to form into whatever norm was our unconscious goal. Yet we failed. People are an interesting thing to lock eyes on. Observing their actions, lives, everything. Trying to “fit” somewhere. But fitting would be a feeling of subtle embarrassment from Heart. And doing anything comfortable was…. not welcome either.”]
(“Nah. We still tried. But it doesn't work out. … Feelings are weird. We're weird. …But I'd rather be weird and have Soul get anxious after sending an email (actually, tired of being anxious..) than erase this. I'd rather have you as you than anything. Even if you are a jerk mostly..”)
The Mind simply nodded, growing a smile across his face.
(“And …if we weren't like this. Then I don't know where we'd be. …Talking about any of that even felt …. terrible.”)
{“...it happens. …Finding anything to call ourselves feel meh. Don't hate what we're called.”}
(“{Ma'am} sometimes goes on games when everyone's sleep and trolls.”)
{“I can't lie … it's funny though!!???”}
[“Yeahhhh”)
(“.... Don't think I mind being unconventional. People are mostly right by appearance. But when not, I just wanna know how it feels. Cus…I wouldn't get the opportunity anywhere else.”)
[“Even if I don't care what to call myself. It doesn't really matter.”]
{“Through whatever this is. The feeling of uncertainty, fear, unsureness, and answers of comfort I so desperately crave…. I'll just keep trying. Even if I'm still late ahead of the game. ..hm. Heh. Ew. This became mushy….”}
[“End the session already.”]
(“Alright…fiiiiiiiine. …”)
End of session.