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“...why are you like thi-” takes an aipom tail to the face.

and now he’s got a monkey on his head wagging its tail, casually slapping augi in his face every so often.

“My Augi, he don’t talk sweet, he ain’t got that much to say, but he loves me loves me loves me. 

Let’s here it for the boyyyy. Lets give the boy an aipom!”

Throws an aipom at Augi. 

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Evening coffee

Looking at the clock, Augi sighed. It was late, but he knew his employer was up. He sent a text, to which she responded promptly.

Before he knew it he was knocking at her door, the moon lighting up his face as the woman gazed upon it from her doorway before stepping aside to let the smal figure enter.

“I need to tell you something.” was all he said as the ethereal being before him poured a cup decaf coffee for him.

She knew the boy was anxious, and had an Idea why, but she also knew him well enough to know it wasn’t her turn to speak right now. The coffee was a coping mechanism. Warm up the body so the soul can ease. Or something of that nature. It wasn’t something she understood, but she understood he needed the warmth.

the meek figure took the coffee in hand and sipped it, hands shaking. Why, was this so hard? Why couldn’t he of brought this up before? He didn’t know. He felt so comfortable before the woman but never knew why he took to her so quickly. Perhaps it was her lax yet refined presence. Sinister to some, but calming to others. despite having almost a foot and a half of height on the boy, he felt a sense of kinship with her.

Perhaps, that’s why he stayed. Perhaps she felt it too? There had to be a reason she offered him a job so abruptly those two years ago. Perhaps tonight he’d get his answer....perhaps.

“I-I was nothing to you. You took me in...became the mother to me that I never truly had. Why? Why do you care so much about me?” He started, unsure if he truly wanted her to respond.

Fantina frowned. Not a frown of anger, or deep sadness but of empathy. Something was tearing away at her boy’s mind. He was not her boy by blood, no, she could never experience true motherhood, but she did feel something similar with him.

but finally, she spoke. “We come from different faces of the same coin, Auguste. I knew the pain on your face when you challenged me that year ago, and I know that pain on your face now. A pain I felt before you were born. A pain I still sometimes feel. You are not alone. Seeing you before me, a scared yet confident child....I knew I was also not alone.”

Augi paused. Unable to speak. She knew all this time? A secret he tried so hard to hide. How did she find out? Wait...a pain she too felt? She didn’t mean..

“Y-you’re....like me?” He had known her for years, and knew of her for even more. She was an idol, a figure head of this region. She had done so much and gained so much popularity. And yet, she held a secret similar to his own.

“Never give up. Never surrender. Trans is beautiful. Trans is valid. We are powerful.”

tears started streaming down his face. He had no idea. No idea the woman who took him in and practically made up for his childhood would accept him for who he was, let alone understand him to such a deep level.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I let you.”

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aspearbarry:

He had the real ones?!?!?

“Wouldn’t those just be plain ol’ shurikens then? Why do you even have ‘em? You train under Koga and miss Fantina?”

“Fantina is an...eccentric...gift giver. I guess me being 20 years old means to her I need something to protect myself. Her answer to that was a figit spinner with razor blades.”

Not that he could even remotely use it as a weapon without hurting himself. The Clumsy dork.

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aspearbarry:

Wow…he had fidgets and spinners aplenty. Whosits and whatsits galore.

Barry squatted, pushing through the mound of toys and bobbles. “Jeepers, dude. I get why you collect them; I never thought there were this many.” 

Pause. “Do you have one of those cool shuriken fidget spinners?

Augi paused for a second. “...with or without real blades?”

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Under his breath 

“What is love, baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me. No more.”

Softly, but with a lot of feeling; “Kiss kiss fall in love.”

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aspearbarry:

“Actually, I only got the one.” He fished in his pocket, producing a plain orange colored spinner, “My friend gave it to me. I don’t really see why I’d need more than the one, but collecting them is pretty cool! I’d love to see them!”

Unflinching augi turned his messenger bag over, dumping out 50+ figit toys, over half being figit spinners.

Without saying anything he just glanced up at barry and smiled weakly. 

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               “....wanna compare figit spinner collections?” 

Says the boy that actually buys them for stimmy reasons. which isn’t to say he doesn’t have a case of at least 12 stim toys on his person at all times.

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-horrified augi screaming in the distance-

“Don’t count me out kiddo, I’m as much your mother as anyone.”

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I’ll get pages and shiz done over here in the next couple days. I want to bring augi back but god do I hate getting all my thoughts down on paper, especially thoughts I have to rewrite for an already somewhat developed character.

If you remember Augi and want to get a thread going with him I’d be down or want a short summary of him to start a thread I’ll throw one your way but until then augi is probably just gonna be doodling in the corner...like he usually does.

“H-hey, it’s not my fault I haven’t been social! You’re the mun...and frankly a bi-”

Right, well time to get moving. Don’t back chat me mister.

“You act like my mother....but you already wrote me a canon one...what did I do to deserve this.”

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The boy shaked with anxiety as he spoke. 

“I disappeared for months without giving Miss Fantina any notice...I’ll be lucky if she just fires me honestly...”

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-penned by Quinn