Post by kara on Oct 17, 2022 0:22:42 GMT -5
”Himiko, please don’t play with your eggs honey, you need to eat them properly.” Himiko’s mother scolded, picking up the bits of scattered egg from the tabletop. Himiko’s mother proceeded to plop the syrup soaked bits of egg onto her child’s plate, dabbing a napkin into her water before applying the cloth to Himiko’s cheek, wiping off the syrup smeared on her face. It was a wonder her child hadn’t gotten the plush toy all dirty by now. ”Mgh! Mommy!” Himiko begrudgingly accepted her mother’s advance, making a single attempt at grabbing the cloth but to little effect. As swiftly as she’d applied it, Himiko’s mother finished addressing her child and returned the cloth to its original spot on the table. A finger reached to poke the eggs again but a curt “Ahem.” from her mother quickly changed the child’s mind as she moved to reach for the supplied fork instead.
Kara hated moments like these. Not because she thought Himiko deserved to be treated better but because she herself felt utterly tortured by the scene unfolding before her. Eggs. Pancakes. Syrup. Even chocolate chips! All this food sitting right in front of her and she couldn’t do a damned thing about it. Couldn’t eat it, couldn’t even move. Kara’s plush body sat lopsidedly placed beside Himiko’s plate, facing it. This was the agreement between the two. Whenever Himiko brought Kara along to school she’d place the modsoul on the table so that she could see all the breakfast they were eating. In a way this arrangement only served to torment Kara but she didn’t care. Not being able to eat food was far worse than at least being able to see it, and this way she could imagine the taste and flavor- Kara stopped her twitching tentacle foot. She was a doll… a toy… she couldn’t let the parents become suspicious of her. If Himiko’s mother knew Kara could speak and move on her own then things would go south… very fast. Humans just didn’t understand what modsouls were and a toy without batteries moving and talking freely on its own would likely freak them out. Except for Himiko. Himiko was a prized exception.
Himiko’s mother on the other hand babied a hot latte, periodically glancing at her wristwatch to check the time. Kara could see the clock on the far wall. There were still thirty minutes left before Himiko’s mother had to drop the child off at school and another hour before she needed to be at work. More eggs ended up on the table, this time because Himiko had attempted to scoop a large portion up with her fork instead of using its prongs to stab into the eggs first. ”Honestly, what am I going to do with you…” Motherly hands once again moved to pick up the eggs before replacing them onto Himiko’s plate…
Kara hated moments like these. Not because she thought Himiko deserved to be treated better but because she herself felt utterly tortured by the scene unfolding before her. Eggs. Pancakes. Syrup. Even chocolate chips! All this food sitting right in front of her and she couldn’t do a damned thing about it. Couldn’t eat it, couldn’t even move. Kara’s plush body sat lopsidedly placed beside Himiko’s plate, facing it. This was the agreement between the two. Whenever Himiko brought Kara along to school she’d place the modsoul on the table so that she could see all the breakfast they were eating. In a way this arrangement only served to torment Kara but she didn’t care. Not being able to eat food was far worse than at least being able to see it, and this way she could imagine the taste and flavor- Kara stopped her twitching tentacle foot. She was a doll… a toy… she couldn’t let the parents become suspicious of her. If Himiko’s mother knew Kara could speak and move on her own then things would go south… very fast. Humans just didn’t understand what modsouls were and a toy without batteries moving and talking freely on its own would likely freak them out. Except for Himiko. Himiko was a prized exception.
Himiko’s mother on the other hand babied a hot latte, periodically glancing at her wristwatch to check the time. Kara could see the clock on the far wall. There were still thirty minutes left before Himiko’s mother had to drop the child off at school and another hour before she needed to be at work. More eggs ended up on the table, this time because Himiko had attempted to scoop a large portion up with her fork instead of using its prongs to stab into the eggs first. ”Honestly, what am I going to do with you…” Motherly hands once again moved to pick up the eggs before replacing them onto Himiko’s plate…