They/Them
Y/n isn't like the other children in Gracefield Orphanage.
They can't eat with the others.
They can't play with the others.
They have to stay away from the others.
They are different.
Not "special", not "unique".
Just... different.
But tha...
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It's been a couple of months since Mama introduced Ray to me. He's a lot cuddlier then he looked when we first met, and of course, with me not having a lot of contact with people, I'm not complaining.
It's... nice.
It's definably a change of pace from when Timmy's with me. We play, usually in my room, but sometimes Mama will clear the house for us.
Ray time meant cuddling! And reading and talking, but mostly cuddling. We didn't really get too loud, not seeing the need to. And ever since Mama got me the music device, we like to read while each of us have an "ear plug" as Mama called them.
This is also why we didn't hear Timmy calling out to me until it was too late.
"MAKUA! Sorry, I took so long-"
Everyone stops. I'm shoving my face into my book, because I know what's about to happen, Ray is looking between the two of us confused, and Timmy looks like he's about to go feral, which is kinda funny when you think about it.
Timmy is short for a six-year-old, and on the skinny side. Combined with his messy hair and the dirt all over him it looks like a gremlin or a baby troll.
"What's he doing here?"
I sigh from behind my book, then smile.
"Ray, this is Timmy. Timmy, this is-"
"I know who he is! Why is he here." He demands, stomping up to the bed, giving Ray is best 6-year-old glare.
"Timmy?" Ray mutters, still confused, then snaps out of it when he has to dodge the encyclopedia that Timmy had grabbed at some point.
"WHOA!" I gasp as I rush out of bed and pick Timmy up.
Timmy snuggles into my neck, glaring at Ray.
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"It's Timothy, to you. Only Makua can call me that!"
A tick mark appears on Ray's head.
"HAH?!"
Ray stomps up to us, and pokes Timmy's head, making Timmy swat at it.
"First of all, you little brat, I was invited here. SECOND of all, who are you calling Makua?!"
Before I could calm them down, Timmy launches himself out of my arms and tackles Ray onto my bed, screaming all the while.
At this point, I decided not even to bother and grab my book before ringing Mama.
*Fact: There are three buttons in your room that when pressed twice, will get Mama*
"I can't believe you got into a fight with a six-year-old."
"SHUT IT NORMAN! HE STARTED IT!"
"I can't believe you lost! Hahaha! OUCH! Ray!!"
"Get. Out."
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