[ In a way, he was born to be a homunculus, so it would be an apt thought. A natural human in every way, only born with very specific purposes in mind, to the point that he'd barely had a chance to become his own person. There's still one in there deep down, it's just... so deep.
And maybe getting to come out more than it would've otherwise — in Gray's presence, as he has success with the cat, all of it. There's more of a spark of life to his eyes as the cat is receptive; more than that, as he increases his efforts to play with it, waving the toy around, bringing it just into reach, out of, back again...
Amos doesn't recognize it in the moment, but he's actually having a good time. Like he's playing with a kid, but animal instincts are so much easier to understand, so.
He stops for a second at Gray's question, letting the cat get the upper hand, really wrap itself around the toy. He gives it a light tug, and it doesn't let go. He thinks about how shy it had been at first, but how that hadn't lasted, and look at them now. ]
Peaches. [ The answer comes before he's even really aware that he's saying anything, but once the name's left his lips, it just feels right. He gives the toy a stronger tug, meets more resistance, finds he's enjoying the self-imposed stalemate. ] I knew a Peaches back home. She was kinda like this.
[ Not as far along in being bold, but. Maybe one day she could've gotten there. With the time that they lost out on when the world ended. ]
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And maybe getting to come out more than it would've otherwise — in Gray's presence, as he has success with the cat, all of it. There's more of a spark of life to his eyes as the cat is receptive; more than that, as he increases his efforts to play with it, waving the toy around, bringing it just into reach, out of, back again...
Amos doesn't recognize it in the moment, but he's actually having a good time. Like he's playing with a kid, but animal instincts are so much easier to understand, so.
He stops for a second at Gray's question, letting the cat get the upper hand, really wrap itself around the toy. He gives it a light tug, and it doesn't let go. He thinks about how shy it had been at first, but how that hadn't lasted, and look at them now. ]
Peaches. [ The answer comes before he's even really aware that he's saying anything, but once the name's left his lips, it just feels right. He gives the toy a stronger tug, meets more resistance, finds he's enjoying the self-imposed stalemate. ] I knew a Peaches back home. She was kinda like this.
[ Not as far along in being bold, but. Maybe one day she could've gotten there. With the time that they lost out on when the world ended. ]