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auld lang syne || Bu

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne?

takes place: dec. 28

in which Barrel and Su say goodbye...

@princess-su

[tw: discussion of death, literally one of the most bittersweet things i’ve ever rp’d im tearing up as i post this oh my god]

BARREL:

Barrel stood at the train station. Luckily for him, he didn’t have much to pack and it had all fit in this old suitcase that he’d found at Whosits. Most of his clothes and stuff had burned back in the fire in August. He had some new stuff that Shock and Lock had bought him with Anthony’s credit card. He had some Christmas presents. He had things from the Qins. He had the Nintendo Switch that Lock had given him for Christmas.

The one Lock had not gotten to see him open.

That one was actually in his backpack.

His train was theoretically coming in fifteen minutes, but he’d wanted to get here early. The train would take him to a little suburb outside of Cardiff, Holley Shiftwell had told him, where he would meet a short, dark-haired woman with bangs named Jane who would escort him to a family. They’re really nice, Holley had reassured him. We’ve been working with them for years — they looked after me when my parents were in Russia.

This was the right decision. Barrel would finish up school in Wales. Barbie and Holley told him the RAS would take care of all the paperwork. Shock said she’d pay for any university he needed, if he decided to go with that. He wouldn’t be anyone’s problem. He could figure out a life for himself.

But he glanced at Su now, and with a pang to his heart, he wondered if this was the right decision.

She was the only one who’d accompanied him to the station. He didn’t know where Mei was, but he’d left her a note. He’d cracked Ting’s door open to say goodbye and she’d jumped up, apologizing over and over about how she’d forgotten and how she could be ready in just a second. But he told her it was no worry. That he could go on his own. Ting-Ting looked tired. She looked like how he felt a lot of the time, like he wanted to cry but had a hard time figuring out how to start the tears.

That was why he was leaving.

The Qins thought it was social services who stepped in after Ting reported it all to the police, which wasn’t super far from the truth, Holley had said. He could still write to them and text them and play Animal Crossing with Su.

“I’ll send you a Dodo code as soon as I get my wifi set up in Wales,” he told her right now, trying to smile.

SU: The day had come too quick. That’s what Su wanted to tell Barrel when he spoke of Dodo codes and wifi. She didn’t want to think about how they’d have to do that method now instead of the easier, closer local play option. It was less of a hassle, honestly.

Of all things for her to focus on when Barrel spoke, that had to be the silliest. But she would rather think of something silly that could help her return the small, sad smile than the reality of the situation. The reality of their lives now. Lives that would now be lived apart.

Which, really, was the normal for them. Honestly, they’d only become so close within the past year. Only met each other in that time as well. But the tragedies they’ve stood by each other throughout, it made her feel like she’d known him for a lifetime. And now that life was coming to an end. Waiting like this train, ready to whisk Barrel - her friend, someone dear to her - away.

It was selfish to feel this way, she knows, enlight of everything that’s happened to him. It’s why she didn’t say any of this and simply nodded, hands gripped tight together behind her back as she looked at her feet. “You better. I'm going to start setting up a fun New Year’s firework show and I need you to see it.”

This was the right decision. He deserved to leave this pain behind, even if that means leaving Swynlake. And whatever decisions he makes going forward, she’d support him. Because she was his friend, and he deserved a soft epilogue, if you will, after the chaos of his teenage years, his childhood.

“You stay warm too. It’s really cold out today, and going to be even colder tonight,” She fussed, moving closer to fix his jacket, as if doing so would just make it warmer.

BARREL:

At the mention of New Year’s, Barrel remembered something. It hit him with a jolt and he immediately bent to reach for his bag — just as Su reached for his jacket.

“Woops sorry — “ Their foreheads almost collided. Barrel felt his face flush. He looked at Su. She was very near him. She smelled very nice. She was very warm.

He was going to miss her a lot.

That thought also hit him with a jolt.

He knew he was gonna miss Swynlake — miss school and his friends and going to soccer games and working the counter in Whosits. He was going to miss the Qin house and how it always smelled like something yummy and he was going to miss Ting randomly singing and Mei laughing and MuHou telling stories. He was going to miss Su, but it didn’t hit him till right now how much.

She was very pretty.

Also, at one point he’d reached for her hand as it rested on the collar of his jacket. He didn’t realize that till right now.

“I got you a birthday present,” he said. He realized he was still holding her hand and let it go. “It’s in my bag — one second — “

He rifled through his backpack and pulled out a little gift bag from the front pocket. His cheeks felt very warm still. Hadn’t Su said it was cold? It didn’t feel cold.

“You can open it now if you want,” he said, handing her the bag. “I’m sorry for missing your birthday. I got this … well, before everything. I hope you like it.”

He’d picked out the gift because of Animal Crossing, but also because Su liked plants and her magic was plants and Barrel always thought that was so fitting.

SU: “Sorry,” Su also said, the apology mixing with his in the wind at their clumsiness. But she chuckled a little. “My bad.”

His hand at some point came to hold hers. It was big and warm compared to her tiny ones that always struggled to hold any heat. It fit perfectly, she thought. Comfortable and safe. Like that night so long ago when he’d first come to the Qins’ home. Somehow, he’d seemed so small then. Someone she wanted to protect and cradle in her world, inside their home of magic.

When did she have to tilt her head up so high to look at him?

She blinked just as she did so, his words taking a moment to process as his hand left hers and then she was holding a present. “Birthday present…?” She questioned, looking at it a moment longer before realizing - oh yeah. Her birthday. She was going to be seventeen at the start of the new year.

Her face warmed as she smiled down into the bag. Of all things he was worried about…

“Thank you, you didn’t have to…” She started, quickly opening it so he could see her reaction. And she hoped it didn’t disappoint. Honestly, anything Barrel would give her, she would have loved, but something about this necklace… Why did she want to cry? She held it in. Instead, she smiled wide and looked at him. “It’s so pretty, Barrel! I love it!” She said, before throwing herself on him in a hug. Trying to hide those tears. “I promise I’ll always wear it.”

BARREL:

Su hugged him.

His arms fit around her waist, pulling her closer. Truth be told, he was crying a little bit too now, though he didn’t realize she was crying, only that he was crying and he didn’t want Su to see that he was crying.

For a second, he wanted to stay.

He thought about what it would mean to stay. To graduate from Swynlake Secondary. To go to Pride U with the money that Shock had given him. To continue living with the Qins, and sitting for dinner and Sunday morning pancakes. He thought about that for a moment, clinging to a warm, impossible dream.

Because he knew it was impossible. Because it wouldn’t be the life he thought it would. Because Lock was dead and Shock was gone and everything had changed. He didn’t know what that would mean for the future in his head, but Barbie had offered him a way out. A place where Lock and Shock didn’t haunt every corner. A place where his parents had never touched.

For the first time in his life, Barrel saw the possibilities that offered. He had to take it.

He’d just miss Su a lot.

He pulled away to tell her this, to try and say something about how he really wanted that other life — the one where he stayed, the one where he went to Pride U, the one where they got to celebrate her birthday together and eat pancakes — how he wanted that one to happen, but at the same time, he wanted it to never happen, because it was golden, warm, bright, and untouched by reality.

In some pocket universe, it happened and it was very nice over there and he was very happy for that.

He wanted to tell this to Su and he looked down at her, about to, but the words were too complicated and Barrel wasn’t good with words, so somewhere along the line, they got caught in his throat. He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say, so instead of saying any of that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Su's.

It was a short kiss — short and golden and warm and bright.

SU: Stay.

The plea was on the tip of her tongue. Su felt it. Even as she tried to smother it and the rest of the storm in her mind. Don’t leave me in this mess alone. She didn’t feel strong enough. Even as she held onto him now, she felt maybe if she let go, he’d never leave. She could keep him here with her, and then maybe things would go back to normal.

But that was selfish and untrue, no matter how loud her thoughts were.

Then everything seemed to go silent with a sudden kiss.

Her eyes widened. Her face flushed. She’d never been kissed before. Her first kiss. And it was a kiss goodbye. Despite how bittersweet it was, she felt incredibly warm. And her fingers curled into his coat, pulling him closer into the kiss - only for a few seconds more, it’d feel like it was just them there. She wished that were true.

But with one bold action, she knew one thing: she knew Barrel would be okay. She knew things would be far from easy but - she believed in him. Believed in him and the person she knew he’d grow to be while also staying the kind boy she met in the Swynlake Secondary cafeteria and let into their home. It was the only reason she was able to pull away with the kiss with a warm smile.

“We’re going to be okay. I promise,” She said, smiling while wiping at her tears, the necklace still clutched in her hand. “You’ll always have a home with us too, if you ever want to come back, even for a visit.”

A visit. Yeah, that would be nice. And then this would be less like a goodbye and more like...see you later. Su liked that a lot better. Even if later was...years from now.

BARREL:

He had to go.

Barrel was even more sure of this after kissing Su.

It had been a nice kiss. He liked it a lot. It was a very good first kiss (he didn’t even realize it was his first kiss till right now and now he felt very bubbly and light that Su had been his first kiss). And maybe one day they could kiss again. Maybe one day.

But Barrel had to figure out who he was and what he was going to be that one day. Barrel had spent nearly 18 years of his life defined by Shock and Lock. He loved them. He loved them more than anything — including himself.

He needed to figure out who he was without them. He couldn’t do that in Swynlake, not in the home where his brother died and his sister left, not a few streets down from the burned remains of their house. He had to do that on his own. In Wales, which was not so far away.

He could always visit.

There was a future for Barrel. For maybe the first time in his life, there was a future.

“Thank you for everything, Su,” he said, gently touching her hair. “I don’t know how I would’ve… without you and your sisters. Without you…” His voice trailed off and he reached for her hand to give it another squeeze. “We’ll always have Animal Crossing, at least. I can’t wait to show you my island once I get it looking nice.”

He smiled a little, just as the train started to whistle into the station. A lump formed in his throat and he tried not to count the seconds till it pulled in fully and just enjoy these last moments with Su.

SU: Su swallowed thickly. Swallowing more tears, not allowing anymore to fall. She had to remind herself this wasn’t truly a goodbye. The world was so small because of phones and the Internet. She could talk to him every night still. Even though it’d hardly ever be the same.

She squeezed his hand back. Go. Live. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I - we’d - do it all again,” She smiled, forcing herself to let go of his hand - to let him go. “Remember what I said about turnip exchange! It’s a life changer!”

She laughed at that, but really used it to cover up any sobs that might want to bubble out. She’d be okay. They’d be okay. He’d be okay. That was all that mattered now. She was still suspicious about the story he told them but...it wasn’t her place to ask about social services.

She trusted he knew what he was doing.

She took a step back, glancing up at the train and smiled. It hurt. But if she could distance herself, it’d hurt less and be easier to watch him go. “You better hurry so you can get a good spot and get your luggage put up. I…” She looked at him then to her feet. Then back at him. “Text me when you get there, ‘kay?”

BARREL:

“I will,” said Barrel. His head still spun from the kiss. He’d already picked up his duffle bag. He’d taken a step back from Su, not realizing she’d done the same. The distance between them now could not be closed with an embrace. Soon he’d get on the train and the train would bring him further and further away —

He couldn’t think of it like that. He could still talk to Su. He’d just said he was going to text her, after all. They’d meet on Animal Crossing. He’d text all his friends: JJ, Nemo, Finn, Wilbur, and Tony. Maybe some of them would text back. He’d video call Su and Ting-Ting and Mei and show them his new room and tell Su about his new school and his new town.

But he would also go to a new school. He’d meet new friends who didn’t know about Lock and Shock or his parents. He’d graduate. He’d go to university. He would study animals and he would get a job at any place he could work with them. He would become a zookeeper one day, in the far future, and he would get an apartment of his own where he fed cats behind the building and took them home.

He’d see Shock. He’d see Su and Mei and Ting-Ting. They could come to his apartment and meet his cats and he would learn how to cook so he could make them dinner like they did for him so many times.

One day, maybe, he would even come back to Swynlake.

He didn’t know if that would happen, actually. Or when that would happen. Right now, he couldn’t think of Swynlake without thinking of Lock — and Shock and his parents.

One day, maybe, he would come to this station again and when he stepped off the train, he would smile at the town.

Right now though, his smile was for Su.

“Goodbye Su,” he said, touching her shoulder gently. When he glanced back, stepping on the train, it was for her. He found a good seat by the window, pressing his face against it, waving as the train rolled out of the station. When Su was nothing more than a speck in the distance, when he squinted and couldn’t see the town, Barrel sat back in his seat.

He took a deep breath. His heart hammered, but — he felt light. He felt hopeful. He could see a future for himself, bright and clear.

Barrel closed his eyes and he dreamt of lions.

#auld lang syne #bu #su #ship: we'll always have animal crossing #bu getting a ship tag in their last post together #to really hammer it home lol #im legitimately crying asdjklasdj

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littlebarrelboy · 3 years

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the underside is lighter when you turn it around || BarBar

takes place: Christmas morning, right after Shock leaves

In which Barrel has nowhere to go... (so he thinks)

@estrelllas feat @miss-holleyshiftwell

[tw: discussion of death, sad]

BARREL:

On Christmas morning, Barrel left the Qin house.

It was quiet. Shock had already left. Mei, Su, and Ting-Ting weren’t anywhere to be seen. He texted them saying he was stepping out, just in case they worried about him.

He didn’t want them to worry about him.

Barrel managed to make it out of Tortuga Place before he realized he was crying. His tears were hot against his cold cheeks. He sniffed, wiping them his hand.

Barrel had no idea where to go. Barrel had no idea what to do.

Lock was gone. Lock — his big brother, his hero, the person he looked through for everything — was gone. Barrel had never imagined a world where Lock was gone. In his head, even before the vampire stuff, Lock and Shock were always there. Barrel was just lucky to tag along.

But Lock was gone.

Barrel and Shock were left.

But Shock said she was going to leave. Barrel knew this. Barrel would be left behind.

But Barrel didn’t want to be left behind.

Not here. Not in Swynlake. Not where every street made him think of his siblings.

Also — he did not want the Qins to worry about him. He’d already caused them so much pain. He already caused them so much distress. He and Lock and Shock…

He didn’t know what to do now. He couldn’t stay with the Qins. He couldn’t do that to Mei. He couldn’t do that to Ting-Ting. He couldn’t do that to Su. He crumpled down onto the sidewalk, pulling his legs to his chest, his forehead falling to his knees. A sob shook through his body.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go, nowhere to go —

He remembered something. He reached into his pocket for his phone and swiped down to a contact. Barrel paused. He hesitated a moment, then swallowed.

Hi Barbie — Merry Christmas! Is it okay if I come over? I need to talk to you about something. :)

He stood up, taking a deep breath, and even though she didn’t reply, he started to talk in the general direction of Castle Suites.

BARBIE:

Barbie had Christmas plans with her Aunt and Holley, but Christmas for an RAS agent didn’t mean your day was off. Holley and Barbie had to be ready for anything and even if Barrel wasn’t RAS related that didn’t mean she wasn’t concerned.

So at his text Barbie texted back closing up her room and inviting him over, letting Holley know. It had been enough times that Barbie ranted about being worried about this kid, she hoped she’d let it slide for the short notice. Also letting her Aunt know she may be late.

Other than that, the apartment still smelled of cookies, gifts were still under a small tree that had been set up. Everything was merry, not expecting the storm that would come through.

Opening the door to him Barbie’s heart sank before ushering him in.

“Merry Christmas Barrel, how are you?” Barbie softened her voice, one she specially used when rescuing anyone.

BARREL:

Barbie’s apartment smelled like Christmas.

That was Barrel’s first thought as the door swung open.

His second thought was that he was not fine.

He wanted to say he was. Wanted to just shake his head and say that he’d just wanted to come and say Merry Christmas and that he had a present for her (he didn’t; he’d left that under the tree). Wanted to be able to just figure this out on his own, like he always had.

But that wasn’t the truth. He’d never been alone. He’d always had Lock and Shock. And then the Qins. Barrel thought he was alone, but he always leaned on others. He couldn’t lean on them any longer, but that didn’t mean he had to do it alone.

And Barbie said she could help.

“I — “ He took a deep breath. “I’m not good, actually. My brother died.” He swallowed as he sat down. “He was — it was a werewolf attack. That’s what Ting-Ting said. And the wound was fatal because…”

He didn’t finish that sentence, instead saying, “He never got to open his presents.”

BARBIE:

Lock was dead.

From a werewolf bite. From a fatal werewolf bite. And there really only was one reason that bite would be fatal.

Barbie didn’t sit, not across from Barrel, she leaned down beside him and took his hand. Suddenly all the theories she had started to click into place. If Lock was a vampire (fact) and lived with Anthony(fact) It was only reasonable to assume Shock was one as well. Which left Barrel left as a human(fact).

And that scared her too. Because from an outside perspective Shock seemed unstable, losing your coven leader (assumption) and your biological brother (assumption) and having one little brother left was she the type to rampage. Was she the type to take Barrel’s humanity away from him?

And mind you, Barbie did believe everyone needed a chance, they could relocate vampires too if need be. Help them get on their feet. But her concern wasn’t for Shock it was for Barrel.

“I’m so sorry Barrel,” Barbie began. “Is your sister alright? Was she hurt as well?” How many werewolves were in town. If this was related to Lou and Merida, how would that explode. Perhaps Barbie and Holley wouldn’t even make it to Christmas dinner. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to call Jake in until tomorrow at the very least.

BARREL:

Barrel shook his head.

“She’s okay. She just left, actually. She said it’d be better if she did.” It wasn’t safe, Barrel figured. Two vampires dead in less than two months. Barrel used to think vampires were scary, evil things. Then he thought they were invincible.

Now he just kinda thought they were sad.

“She has a lot of money, so she wants to travel, since we never got to.” He shrugged a little, trying to build up the courage to ask what he’d come here to do. He twisted his fingers in the fabric of his sweater. “I… The Qins aren’t kicking me out, but I think it’s better if I go. They were only really looking after me because of Lock. And now he’s gone. And I’m just going to remind them all. And they’re… they don’t need that.” He swallowed, looking at Barbie now. “Do you know anywhere I could go? Somewhere safe? Shock said it wouldn’t be safe to come with her, which is probably right, but I don’t really know much about being somewhere on my own. I’ve always had them.”

Again, he thought about what he once thought the future would be: turning into a vampire, leaving town with Shock and Lock (and Mei), and doing fun things forever.

That was all gone. He did not even know how to have dreams that did not revolve around his siblings. But maybe he would have a chance to try.

BARBIE:

Shock was gone. She had left Barrel. Okay fine fair traveling with a vampire wasn’t the safest option but leaving your brother without him even having a plan just rubbed Barbie the wrong way.

But somewhere safe. Somewhere, where people could know about Swynlake and know Barrel had two vampire siblings one of which might or might not come back. Yeah she knew somewhere he could go. It’d take some research on the best family but Barbie would find it for him even if she had to stay up all night.

“Barrel, I work with an organization that can place you with a family that will be safe and stable. One that you will be okay in for however long you need and even after that potentially.” He could finish out highschool. Look into universities if that was what he wanted. He could have a chance at being happy.

“You won’t have to hide the fact your sister is a vampire or anything like that okay? Do you think that’s something you’d like?”

BARREL:

Barrel really hadn’t known what he expected Barbie to say, but it wasn’t that. He blinked, the surprise settling over him like a pop in the cavity of his chest that trickled down to his fingers and toes.

“Really? Wait — how do you — “ He swallowed. Okay, maybe she figured out that Shock was a vampire. He felt his palms get sweaty. Barbie could help him. She could help him — it sounded too good to be true, really. There was something in Barrel that still protested these things, something ingrained in him by years of growing up an Adamson.

But then again, growing up that way left them with two dead parents and a dead brother.

“I’d like tht a lot,” he said, voice small. “I don’t want to — do I need to do anything? I don’t know if I have, like, ID or anything… the fire…”

Before Barbie could say anything, something barked. Well, a dog barked, trotting into the living room and following that dog was a tall blonde girl that Barrel had seen before, who looked very much like the dog. She poked her head around the corner, holding a laptop.

Barrel froze.

“Hello! Sorry — didn’t mean to interrupt. I work with Barbie here actually. I just wanted to pop in and say do not worry about any IDs or birth certificates or expenses. I can arrange it all immediately, right Barbie?” She smiled. “We can place you as near as you’d like or as far as you’d like. There’s a lovely family in Cardiff that’s been our point of contact for years and I think that’d be a nice fit, but if you’d rather go to America —

“I wouldn’t.” Barrel shook his head. It felt like it was spinning. He couldn’t believe the solution had been right here. He looked at Barbie. “Will I still be able to… to talk to Su and Ting and Mei?”

BARBIE:

Holley popped in but really did Barbie expect anything less? Smiling up at her Barbie nodded, if Holley was on it, there was not doubt about it the paperwork would be flawless and they could get him placed even sooner than she thought.

“You can stay in touch with them if you’d like this is more of a relocation due to circumstances less than danger but you are about to find out a lot about Holley and I that we need to keep secret so if you are going to stay in contact with anyone or in general I’m going to ask you to keep our names out of it. It’ll be something more like social services stepping in to help. And I hope you know I’ll be staying in contact too and you can still call me if you ever need something.” She’d lost contact with her siblings, still didn’t have contact with her youngest sister but now that she had the skill and file that she did she could fight to stay in contact with her cases. But now if someone needed her she’d promise to be there.

BARREL:

This was a lot of information to process. Barrel did his best. He nodded his head along. Wales. Paperwork. Keeping this a secret. Saying it was social services.

“Brandon Joe Adamson, correct?” Holley piped up, her fingers flying away on the keyboard as she sat at the kitchen table. “Born in Hallowtown, California to Wade and Veronica Adamson. Goodness, how on Earth did your family get through customs on this dodgy paperwork?”

“I…”

“No matter! I’ll have you fixed up shortly — the family in Cardiff is lovely. It’s an old couple. I used to stay with them over summers. Mr. and Mrs. Sommers are wonderful! Have a nice house with a yard — ah yes they have a vacancy! That fairy from the destroyed Hollow we placed with them ended up nicely assimilating into a nearby Hollow,” she directed this bit to Barbie, nodding sagely.

“Oh …”

“You can leave as soon as you need! Well, I should give them a day to get ready, I suppose. Agent Porter-Thatch is actually in Cardiff right now visiting her grandparents for the holidays. Both Agents Porter-Thatches, actually. They’re lovely too — “

Barrel nodded. Holley was talking a lot. He glanced at Barbie, suddenly feeling sheepish. This sounded like… so much. So much good stuff. A solution to all his problems.

A solution he didn’t feel like he deserved.

“Hey Barbie,” he said softly, as Holley chattered on about how fun it would be to hack into the United States Social Security database. “Are you sure… I’m allowed to do this? I feel like… I dunno. Holley said a fairy in a destroyed hollow and stuff and those are the people who should get this stuff. Not me.”

BARBIE:

Holley rambled but it just made Barbie smile at her. She could imagine Barrel having a good future. It was the only reason she was okay not yet knowing where her sister was the RAS did good work.

Turning her attention to Barrel she tuned out Holley (Which wasn’t that hard, sorry Holley) and focused only on him. “Don’t underestimate me okay? We’ve got a lot of connections and a lot of homes. If we need another we find another. Or like with my parents, agents take in kids until they can be relocated.” Of course her parents loved having more kids that they ended up taking in two more girls.

“You’re allowed this. I promise you that.” Holding out her pinky to him Barbie grinned. “You’re a good kid Barrel. You’ve gone through a lot and I think it’s about time someone gives you a little helping hand.”

BARREL:

Barrel didn’t know how to describe the feeling that came over him. It clutched at the center of his chest, almost like he was very anxious, except the feeling wasn’t suffocating. It felt warm. It flooded through him and instead of hooking his pinky through Barbie’s, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her.

He didn’t realize he was crying till he’d done so, a tear trickling slowly down his cheek.

“Thank you so much,” he said. He wanted to say something more — something about how he spent his whole life with no one helping him, but moving to Swynlake had given him the Qins and now Barbie and now he got to help the Qins by leaving and how he promised to himself now that he’d help Barbie one day. And how much he missed Lock and he missed Shock, but he realized that he needed to learn how to live without them. In a place they’d never been. He could still love them, but he could learn to love them in a way that meant he didn’t depend on them.

He wanted to say all of that, but nothing came out except another soft “Thank you.”

BARBIE:

Barbie didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around Barrel and give him a hug. Her extended hand went to his head running her hand over his hair. It was moments like this that Barbie remembered why she was doing what she was doing.

Helping those that the world abandoned in one way or another. Before they could get lost, so far that there was no helping.

This was her way to give back just a little bit. And she hoped the next time she saw Barrel he’d have a brilliant smile on his face. This would be good for him. She just knew it.

“Anytime Barrel.”

#the underside is lighter when you turn it around #just using adventure time songs for all my bittersweet thread titles i guess #barbar #barbie

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