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When You Choose to Befriend a Jester

When You Choose to Befriend a Jester

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Throughout the years, Magolor had truly learned to believe that he'd seen it all. From his life back on Halcandra, he'd experienced what he thought was the full extent of abnormalities within the universe that he lived in, leaving him only to adapt to its changing ways as best as he could. However, that was then.This is now. Now, he lives on Popstar, hoping to repair his ship as best as he possibly can in order to go forward with his future plans. Now, he lives within a dense forest, surviving off of the land with whatever it chose to give him. Now, he was friends with a young jester who was just as much of a foreigner to the planet as he was. And guess what? Magolor found himself growing quite fond of him. (Here's a little Marxolor story with side plots to a bigger piece that I'm writing! Hope you like it! It takes place within a gijinka universe.)
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My Teddy

The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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