#Lesson 4

[magic-belodie]

Here is the drawing that I made in my fourth drawing class and the homework I made for lesson 5.

Assignment lesson 4: one point perspective Homework for lesson 5: 1 drawing of an arm and 1 drawing of a hand in Charles Baroque style

[spiderpanic]

4. Take responsibility for the face of the world.

The symbols of today enable the reality of tomorrow. Notice the swastikas and the other signs of hate. Do not look away, and do not get used to them. Remove them yourself and set an example for others to do so. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Life is political, not because the world cares about how you feel, but because the world reacts to what you do. The minor choices we make are themselves a kind of vote, making it more or less likely that free and fair elections will be held in the future. In the politics of the everyday, our words and gestures, or their absence, count very much. A few extreme (and less extreme) examples from the 20th century can show us how.

In the Soviet Union under the rule of Joseph Stalin, prosperous farmers were portrayed on propaganda posters as pigs -a dehumanization that in a rural setting clearly suggests slaughter. This was in the early 1930s, as the Soviet state tried to master the countryside and extract capital for crash industrialization. The peasants who had more land or livestock than others were the first to lose what they had. A neighbor portrayed as a pig is someone whose land you can take. But those who followed the symbolic logic became victims in their turn. Having turned the poor peasants against the richer, Soviet power then seized everyone's land for the new collective farms. Collectivization, when completed, brought starvation to much of the Soviet peasantry. Millions of people in Soviet Ukraine, Soviet Kazakhstan, and Soviet Russia died horrible and humiliating deaths between 1930 and 1933. Before it was over, Soviet citizens were butchering corpses for human meat.

In 1933, as the starvation in the USSR reached its height, the Nazi party came to power in Germany. In the euphoria of victory Nazis tried to organize a boycott of Jewish shops. This was not very successful at first. But the practice of marking one firm as "Jewish " And another as "Aryan" with paint on the windows or walls did affect the way Germans thought about household economics. A shop marked "Jewish" had no future. It became an object of covetous plans. As property was marked as ethnic, envy transformed ethics. If shops could be "Jewish," What about other companies and properties? The wish that Jews might disappear, perhaps suppressed at first, Rose as it was leavened by greed. Thus the Germans who marked shops as "Jewish " participated in the process by which Jews really did disappear -as did people who simply looked on. Accepting the markings as a natural part of the urban landscape was already a compromise with a murderous future.

You might one day be offered the opportunity to display symbols of loyalty. Make sure that such symbols include your fellow citizens rather than exclude them. Even the history of lapel pins is far from innocent. In Nazi Germany in 1933, people wore lapel pins that said "Yes" during the elections and referendum that confirmed the one party state. In Austria in 1938, people who had not previously been Nazis began to wear swastika pins. What might seem like a gesture of pride can be a source of exclusion. In the Europe of the 1930s and '40s some people chose to wear swastikas, and then others had to wear yellow stars. The late history of communism, when no one believed in the revolution anymore, offers a final lesson about symbols. Even when citizens are demoralized and wish only to be left alone, public markers can still sustain a tyrannical regime. When Czechoslovak communists won elections in 1946 and then proceeded to claim full power after a coup in 1948, many Czechoslovak citizens were euphoric. When the dissident thinker Vaclav Havel wrote "The Power of the Powerless" three decades later, in 1978, he was explaining the continuity of an oppressive regime in whose goals and ideology few people still believed. He offered a parable of a greengrocer who places a sign reading "workers of the world, unite!" In his shop window.

It is not that the man actually endorses the contents of this quotation from the Communist manifesto. He places the sign in his window so that he can withdraw into daily life without troubles from authorities. When everyone else follows the same logic, the public sphere is converted with signs of loyalty, and resistance becomes unthinkable. As Havel put it:

"We have seen that the real meaning of the green grocers slogan has nothing to do with what the text of the slogan actually says. Even so, the real meaning is quite clear and generally comprehensible because the code is so familiar: The green grocer declares his loyalty and the only way the regime is capable of hearing; That is, by accepting the prescribed ritual, by accepting appearances as reality, by accepting the given rules of the game, thus making it possible for the game to go on, for it to exists in the first place."

And what happens, ask Havel, if no one plays the game?

-On Tyranny, Timothy Snyder

[devonhale]

actually one of the most beautiful things about hacks is that we can be changed by anyone and at any period in our lives. deborah was in her forties when ava was born. she’d lived a life longer than ava’s before ava even existed yet they both have had a profound effect upon each other. it’s never too late. you haven’t met all of the people who are going to change you yet.

[gael-garcia]

Danielle Deadwyler and Ray Fisher in The Piano Lesson (2024)

[stealingpotatoes]

do the last (4) jedi ever consult quinlan vos if they realize they don't know something lol? i think it'd be hilarious if they've struggled to piece together their remaining jedi knowledge for years with their varying levels of training and force ghost aid only to find out that there's been a temple-trained jedi master kicking around this entire time.

realistically they probably don't find out he's alive, but this idea's too good to pass up

(commission info // kofi support!)

[puretopia]

I moved their house back to Ravenwood to embrace more spooky aesthetics as Windenburg wasn't really fitting the vibe!

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Missed call: Mom x4 Missed call: Dad x1 TEXT: Dad I swear to god Robin, I’ll stick a tracker up your ass if you don’t call back asap TEXT: Alexandruuuh the Derp Text me when u get home, tried to wake u up but u were having none of it xx … Courtney: Where’ve you been?! Robin: I stayed at a friend’s house. Courtney: And you couldn’t answer your phone to tell us that?! Robin: Sorry… [Robin shrugged lamely, he felt guilty for worrying his parents but he was far too hungover to deal with any lectures right now. He desperately needed his bed…] [Oscar narrowed his eyes as Robin avoided eye contact and sloped upstairs like a frail zombie] Oscar: He’s hungover. Courtney: Mmh. Oscar: [groans] Oughhh. Courtney: They’re gonna do this kinda thing, honey. We can’t stop them. Oscar: I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Ava: What kinda thing? Courtney: I’ll talk to him. Oscar: Later. Courtney: Obviously. Ava: Helloooo-.. what thiiiings?! Oscar: Things that’re gonna give me a damn aneurysm.

[notelizapancakes]

just another day at the dee household!

lily aged up, tamera’s still angry at kimi and james is being an amazing (step)dad! he gave kenji a huge confidence boost by working out with him and helping him work on his awkwardness 😌

tamera walks around with this stank face all day btw. the moodlet of her being upset because of kimi lasts like 2 days 💀

[thecheesecracker]

Hmmmm I think they should have kissed

[backtothedrawingboard]

Take a Break

Ler!Doey + Lee!Reader

Summary: Poppy has been pushing you way too hard. Doey notices your unusually erratic behavior and encourages you to rest.

CW: Tickle fic, mentions of starvation, momentary spiraling of negative thoughts, cussing

TW: None

AN: Poppy is portrayed as a bit of a villain. I don't like or trust her, so I'm showing my true feelings of her XD

Part 2

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Help. Help. Help. That's all you ever had to do. You used to be an employee at this hellscape of a factory but faced experimentation. Now here you were. Stuck as one of the only adult figures in the Safe Haven. The children naturally gravitated towards you. You were an adult, and thus all-knowing and all-caring. The truth was, you had no idea what you were doing. You just unwillingly took the burden.

Poppy always put everything on you, Doey, and to a lesser degree Ollie. You supposed Kissy Missy was also given a lot to do, but she basically served as Poppy's own personal slave. You never liked that. The poor toy was used primarily as a body guard and escort and treated with minimal care by Poppy. You understood why Missy put up with it, but it was still...not right.

You rested on a sleeping bag in your little corner of the Haven. Since you served as an authority figure, you were lucky enough to get a tent and string lights around the area. You shared the space with Doey, but he usually slept infrequently. You snatched a pillow from his pile and put it behind your head.

The last couple days were hell. Food was so scarce that whenever you went in search of anything to bring back for the kids, you had to eat it for your own sake. The couple scraps you did manage to bring back were gratefully devoured by whoever could get to it first. Unfortunately, this led to you breaking up fights. The little smiling critter kids could go feral for any crumb and you, Doey, and Missy had to pull them off each other almost every time food was distributed. You were just glad that they were so small that they were easily stopped.

You rubbed your face tiredly. Poppy wanted you to get spare parts for lighting. You managed to hold your ground and insist on going tomorrow. You could still feel the hard glare that the doll gave you. You rolled onto your side and curled up. You could feel a headache starting to pound in your artificial skull.

You should just go ahead and get the scavenge over with. It's just one less thing you'll have to deal with tomorrow. That way all you'll have is scavenging, reading to the kids, repairing any instability in the Haven's fortifications, and-...

You covered your head with Doey's pillow. It didn't stop the thoughts from flowing in. Keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids ha-

You rolled onto your back and screamed into the pillow. Dammit, stop thinking. Stop. Thinking. Everything was fine. No one was lost to the Doctor or the Prototype in a while. Everything was running smoothly. The kids were happy- well, as happy as one could be here- and Poppy had a plan in the works.

You twisted and turned fretfully on the sleeping bag. Any effort to shut out your thoughts was met with even more aggressive reminders and memories. You kicked the blanket off of yourself without any intention of getting up.

"Hey, pal...Something wrong?" You stopped moving upon hearing the gentle voice. You kept the pillow over your head. The soft thumping of Doey's footsteps were heard approaching your cot and a soft hand pressed on your shoulder.

"Hey..." he started. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Nothing..." you mumbled back.

You could feel Doey try to pull the pillow off your head. "Come on, Y/N. I'm not that gullible." As you pulled the pillow back down over your head, the doughman huffed and yanked it off. You curled in a ball to block out the light from the string lights.

"Stooop," you mumbled. You were met with a light smack of the pillow.

"Alright. Enough pouting. Get up," Doey teased. You grumbled and hid your face in your arms and knees. He was used to an occasional bout of grumpiness from you and figured this was what it was. He smacked you again a few more times.

You snatched the pillow and yanked it violently out of his hand, smashing it against him several times angrily. "Stop! Just fucking stop!" you yelled. You attacked him with the pillow more before bursting into tears.

Doey flinched and stood still as you hit him. It didn't hurt. It was just a pillow and he was just dough, after all. But the shock of it left him motionless. Once you're done attacking him, he shifted a little and gave you a sad look. He sat down next to the bag and put a hand on your back.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I didn't realize. What do you need?"

You shook your head and covered your face with your arms. "I don't-" You were cut off by your sobs. "I don't know." You sniffled and sobbed louder as you felt the doughy hand rub your back soothingly.

"Shh...Take your time." The doughman stayed with you and rubbed your back and played with your hair soothingly through your entire meltdown. You didn't know what was happening. It never happened before. You wiped your eyes and sniffled pathetically.

After a few minutes, you took Doey's arm in your hands and hugged it to yourself. He cooed softly and ruffled your hair with his free hand.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently. You nodded and nuzzled his hand. He scratched under your chin.

"Y-yeah..." you mumbled. "Thank you..."

"Of course." He continued scritching your chin as he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ordinarily you would decline immediately...But your head still hurt, and your chest hurt, and you just...couldn't do it anymore.

"Y-yeah," you answered shakily. "But, um...Can I get some water first?"

Doey nodded and stood up, drawing his hand away from you. "I'll be right back."

You curled in a ball and stared at nothing while he was gone. You didn't think, which was a relief. But you didn't feel either. You didn't know what to do, but you didn't bother trying to figure it out. Doey returned with water and a light snack.

"Hey, pally. Here you go." He tried to sound cheery, but his voice had a hint of sadness in it. You rolled onto your back and sat up enough to drink the water and eat. Your headache immediately lessened.

"Thank you..." you mumbled. Your friend nodded and smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, Y/N. Now, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

You closed your eyes and nodded a little, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah..." You took a breath to steady your shaky voice. "I'm just...tired. So tired. I don't...I don't know what to do." You stared down at your lap glumly. Doey sat next to the cot again and took one of your hands in his own, giving it a little squeeze.

"I know exactly what you mean..." he muttered gently. You looked up at him. "I'm guessing it's Poppy?"

You nodded and wiped your eyes. "Y-yeah...She just-" You growled. "She won't stop. I'm so...so tired. And she's always nagging me to keep going stuff again and again and...I can't." You sniffled as your eyes prickled with tears again.

Doey reached up and wiped your tears. "Hey...I know. Don't let her walk all over you. You gotta be strong and flexible." He smiled and stretched out a hand inhumanely far. "Like me!"

You couldn't help but giggle a little, your laughs cutting with a short sob before turning back to giggling. Doey smiled more and ruffled your hair.

"There we go. I'm here to help. Take all the time you need," he ordered happily.

You couldn't help but frown a little and looked down at your lap again.

"Um...I was actually thinking of going out for lighting like Poppy said...I was just resting a bit first..." you said carefully. You could feel the disapproving scowl from your friend without even looking up. "I know...But it's just one less thing I'll have to deal with."

"Absolutely not. You are taking a break," Doey demanded. You could already tell he wasn't going to give up easily. He was stubborn. But you were too.

"But it's better to just get stuff done. I've kept up with everything and want to get ahead on it," you said with a determined pout.

The doughman shook his head firmly. "No. You are taking a break. Digging yourself into the ground is not going to help anyone in the Haven. And more importantly, it's not going to help you. You need to take care of yourself."

"I am. By taking care of the others," you retorted. You crossed your arms and glared at him. He glared back. The truth was, deep down, you did want a break. Just some time to relax and let someone else deal with your worries. But you weren't going to admit that without a fight.

Doey just glared right back. "Come on, pal. You need to rest. Please. Burning yourself out isn't healthy." He poked your belly for emphasis. You but your lip and couldn't stop the squeak that escaped you. Unfortunately, it didn't escape your friend's notice.

Doey raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. He didn't bring it up and continued on his lecture. "Taking breaks is important both for your physical-" Poke to the belly. "-and mental-" Another poke. "-wellbeing." You squeaked and squirmed a bit at every poke.

The doughman frowned in fake offense. "Why're you laughing at me? I'm trying to help you," he sighed.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes. "Oh, stop. I know full well what you're trying to do," you growled. He tilted his head in "confusion."

"What?" he asked innocently. "What am I trying to do?"

You pouted. "Tickle me."

You immediately regretted your words. Doey grinned widely. "Whatever you say."

You squealed as he pounced on you, his doughy fingers digging into you sides. You wriggled all over the sleeping bag, grabbing the hands on your waist frantically. "Doey! Nohoooo!" you shouted. You didn't really mean it...No. Yes you did. Shut up.

"Awwww," Doey cooed. "What's wrong? You told me to." His hands morphed to precisely dig between your ribs. You shrieked and kicked, laughing madly. Your hands scrabbled against his helplessly. Dammit, he already knew where to get you!

"NOHOO!" you yelled. "Not thehehEHEHEhere!"

Your friend laughed and continued to vibrate his fingers in your ribcage. "Not here? Why's that? Is is baaad?" he teased. You nodded frantically, squirming and squealing. You hugged yourself in hopes of getting him off, but he just flattened his fingers to fit under your arms.

"Thanks for the new spot, pal!" he said cheerfully. You squeaked and squashed your arms down.

"Doey!" you cried through laughter. "Not there!"

Your friend grinned evilly. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the bag as you felt one of your arms get raised above your head. You giggled nervously.

"D-Doey...? What're you doing?" You stiffened as you felt his fingers thin to tendrils and wiggle against the inside of your elbow.

"Why, I'm not doing anything!" You giggled and scrunched up as much as possible. The feeling moved up just above your armpits.

"Eee! No! Doey! Pleaaaseee!" you whined. You couldn't even fully laugh. It was just the anticipation!

"No? But you look like you're having so much fun!" the doughman giggled. He poked your belly, causing you to flinch and squeak. "Come on! You've been stressed lately. This is a nice way to take a break." His doughy fingers inched to your armpit. You squealed and giggled, trying to pull your arm down.

"Stop teasing and get on with it!" you managed to shout.

Doey squeaked excitedly. "Oh? Get on with it, you say? Whatever you want, Y/N!" He dug his fingers into your armpits and wiggled them ruthlessly.

A shriek escaped your lips. You found yourself wriggling back and forth like a fish out of water as loud laughter spilled from you. You grabbed at your friend's hands, but it was no use. He was too strong for you.

"FAHAHAHAHAAAACK! DOEHEHEHEHEE! NOHOHOOOO!" you laughed.

Doey giggled and scritched down your ribs. "Awwww. Is my little friend a little sensitive? Tickle tickle tiiiickle!" he teased.

You thrashed from side to side, squealing and laughing. Your hands didn't pull at the attacker's wrists but instead sat limply on top of them. This didn't escape his notice. He scribbled his fingers all over your belly and ribs.

"D'awwwww! You aren't fighting back! Just squirming!" he cooed. You felt your face heat up and pressed it against the cot like you had it before.

"Shuhuhut uuhuhuuup!" you whined through laughter.

"What's that? You aren't telling me to stop? Guess I'll keep going then! Coochicoochicoooo!"

You shrieked with laughter, kicking weakly and keeping your face hidden. As much as this was absolute torture, it was also...nice. All your worries and anxieties were out the window and you could let loose and enjoy some fun. Not that you would ever admit that. That would just give your friend another way to mess with you.

"You ahahahAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" You arched your back away from Doey's fingers. They were poking and drilling between your shoulder blades experimentally. The doughman giggled and kept digging into the sweet spot.

"Oh! So your back is ticklish too? That's unusual," he observed.

You kicked and flailed with renewed vigor. "DOEY!" you shrieked. "STOP STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEEEEASE!"

Doey's smile softened and his fingers drew away from you. You wheezed and rolled onto your belly, resting your face in your arms. You wiped the gleeful tears from your eyes. Your panting slowed to peaceful breaths and a soft hand settled on your back.

"You ok, Y/N?" You looked up from your arms. Doey sounded...so sincere and warm. His smile radiated care and concern, and you couldn't help but smile back a little.

"Um...Yeah..." you answered breathily. "I am now...Thank you."

Your friend grinned and crawled in a little circle on his pillow pile before settling down. "Of course. I'm always here for ya, pal. Don't forget that."

You watched him a second as he kneaded his pillow a bit to get comfortable and then spoke up. "Um...Doey?"

The doughman's head perked up. "Hm?"

"Can I...um..." You looked down at your hands. "Can I-...?" You beckoned at the spot next to him.

Doey smiled and nodded, patting the pillows. "Of course. Come here, pal."

Your eyes lit up and you scooted over to the edge of the sleeping bag, crawling on the soft pillows. Your friend grabbed you and pulled you over, nuzzling you affectionately. You giggled and nuzzled him back.

"Awwww. You're too nice. How did the Haven get yoouuEEEE!"

Doey dug his fingers back in your ribs with a snicker. Good luck.

[macksartblock]

beware of burnout it's so real i'm afraid

also bc ended up making my writing into a font to avoid killing my hand as much and bc I saw Caden do this, I thought it would be fun to see who y'all think it suits lol

[budgie2budgie]

ok, so i spent x hours building a little apartment row for my growing sulani population AND THEN, when trying to convert it into a apt-build, it turns out you can't build apt by the sea...

🤡

[firelise]

[hippopotatoe]

some fo4 companions with tumblr ads i've gotten

[noobiestnoober]

Bang Bang, Baby (Leon X Reader)

When Leon offers to teach you how to shoot, you expect a lesson in marksmanship—not butterflies, blushing, and flirty banter that leaves him more rattled than a T-Virus outbreak. In the middle of a quiet training session, tension simmers and laughter sparks, turning a simple field test into something much more intimate. And maybe, just maybe, you’re a little more dangerous to Leon Kennedy’s heart than any mission ever was.

The gun was heavier than you expected. It wasn’t like in the movies—where characters held them with easy confidence and fired without hesitation. No, this was real. Cold, solid, dangerous. The metal pressed into your palms, unyielding, making your fingers ache with the unfamiliar weight. You shifted your grip, heart racing, just as Leon’s voice broke through the stillness.

"Finger off the trigger until you're ready," Leon said gently, stepping behind you. His tone was patient, like he’d said this a hundred times, but there was something softer in the way he spoke to you. His hand hovered just above your shoulder, guiding without touching—always respectful, always careful. Yet his closeness wrapped around you like armor. You could feel the weight of his presence like a second skin. Protective. Comforting.

You glanced back at him, lips twitching upward. "Like this?"

The gravel beneath your boots crunched as you adjusted your stance. The summer air buzzed with cicadas and the faint smell of gunpowder. You were somewhere remote, quiet—one of Leon’s off-the-grid training spots. The kind only someone like him would know about. The world felt distant here, like you had slipped into a secret pocket of time.

He stepped in closer, and this time, his hands met yours. Warm, steady, grounding. Your fingers curled a little tighter around the grip as he guided you from behind, gently shifting your aim.

"You're doing great," he murmured, voice low and gravelly by your ear. "Try aiming a little lower. Just a hair. There—perfect. Now breathe in... hold it... and squeeze."

The shot rang out. You flinched slightly at the sound, but kept your posture. The target—an empty soda can balanced on a stump—spun off into the grass.

"Bullseye!" you gasped, bursting into a wide grin as you lowered the gun. Excitement rushed through you like a thrill you hadn’t expected. Your chest swelled with pride. "Leon, that was amazing! You're such a good teacher. Seriously. I actually hit something!"

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then looked away, a deep flush creeping up from beneath his collar. "I—uh... thanks. Just... just doing my job."

"You're cute when you get all flustered," you said sweetly, tilting your head. You bit back a playful grin, watching his expression twitch like he was fighting the urge to smile.

He groaned softly, running a hand through his hair, his usual composure crumbling. "Don't say stuff like that when I'm trying to be professional."

You nudged him with your elbow. "Too late. You brought me out here to train, remember? You can’t expect me not to notice how hot you look holding a gun. All serious. All protective."

Leon’s ears turned red. His fingers flexed at his sides like he was grounding himself. "Lesson’s over. We’re going home."

You gasped dramatically, stepping in front of him. "Nooo! I was just getting good at this! I want to shoot at least two more cans!"

He sighed like a man who knew he’d already lost the argument. His shoulders dropped, but the smile pulling at his lips betrayed him. He looked at you—really looked—and you could see the fondness hiding behind his eyes. Like you were more than a trainee. More than a distraction.

He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing yours so lightly it felt like a secret shared in silence. "Fine. One more round. But if you flirt again, I’m calling it."

You smirked, loading another round. "So… what happens if I shoot better than you next time?"

He raised an eyebrow, that confident edge slipping back into place. "Then you get to teach me. And I promise I’ll be a very flustered student."

"Oh, I’ll hold you to that," you replied, cocking the gun with mock seriousness. You added a playful wink. "Now step back, Agent Kennedy. Let the rookie show you how it’s done."

Leon chuckled under his breath, watching you take aim. And maybe—just maybe—he let you win the next round. Because when you turned around, grinning like you’d just conquered the world, his heart did something stupid. That blush? It only deepened. And for a moment, in that quiet field, all he could think was this: you were dangerous—but in the most beautiful way possible.

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Levi: How long is this cold shoulder thing gonna last? [Robin rolled his eyes-.. for as long as it took to take responsibility and apologise for being a dickhead, maybe? But saying that would ruin the whole point of his experiment, so he remained silent] Levi: C’mon-.. you’re stressing me out. [Robin scoffed; he understood why he was like this, but Levi’s victim complex was starting to piss him off] Levi: It wasn’t my fault Penny-… Aster: Levi. Levi: What?! Aster: Leave him alone. Levi: I’m not doing anything! Aster: Just give him a break, okay? You’re-… Levi: Shut the fuck up, Aster-.. I didn’t say shit! [Aster kept his mouth shut as Levi shoved him and stomped off, regaining his balance with a slight air of embarrassment] Aster: Was he giving you a hard time? [Robin shook his head vaguely, not wanting to get involved with whatever was going on between Aster and Levi on top of everything else] Aster: I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately. [Robin offered Aster a loose shrug; he wouldn’t have spelled it out, even if he could’ve] Aster: I told them all to stop bothering you, but… [Robin nodded understandingly; easier said than done] Aster: Well, uh… [Aster hovered for an awkwardly lengthy amount of time, thinking of a million things to say but uttering nothing] [Robin forced a smile in lieu of speaking, hoping it’d be enough to dismiss Aster or at least remind him how to use his legs so he could finally use the bathroom in peace] Aster: Okay-.. see you.