The Yarn and the Doll

Doll finishes, out of breath. As she is hugged, she closes her eyes and sighs. The feeling of being held, just being held, was remarkable. His heart so close to her made her want to sleep. It was such a peaceful rhythm. of course, she didn't have one, and she felt at loss. Oh well. She could just listen to his.

She remains rigid a few moments before slowly wrapping her arms around his stomach, trying to mimic the effect. Of course, she had no heart to give him, but at least she could try. And she was happy with that.

Of course, she was happy with this. It was the first time she really had gotten angry, and she wanted to take back the words. "I'm sorry, too." she mumbles into his chest. She wished she could reach his ear. But that might ruin the moment. So she stayed where she was.

She took the moment to savor how warm he was. He smelt nice, like sun. Did sunlight have a smell? She would have to ask. But not now.

Doll blinks. Jackass..? "O-Oh. Of course." Was he petting her hair? Yes, and she was so calmed by it. She was getting so comfortable, it made her feel very tired. Well, she was already tired, but this added to the effect.

Doll smiles. "Mhmm." she says with a nod, stepping back to find her basket. Whether she wanted it on or not, her arm was a necessity of her body. With it on, her power was draining. She finds herself tripping over her feet, and barely catching herself. "Need to charge.." she mumbles. As she nears her basket, she notes that it's getting darker outside. She sits down next to basket and quickly sows her arm on, her eyes drooping.

Doll, actually, was pleased at the distance she had filled. It seemed that they were closer. She bites through the thread she was using and replaces the needle back into the basket. Out of the basket she pulls a key with "147" on it. "Here.." she mumbles,standing and realizing she's shaky on her feet. She was just screaming tiredness.

"A-Abuse? Inflicted? You haven't done anything but help me, Jaz." she yawns. "Was that hugging? I've heard of it, but never done anything to find out what it is.. It was nice. We should hug more often." she says softly, rubbing her eyes.

Although the bad man who made her wanted her to be as human as possible, there were flaws. Her battery wasn't very large. She had to charge it once a day, and after it had charged, it took her six hours to reboot. This, to the man, was her form of sleep. How devious, he thought it was. To put her just on the edge of humanity.
What an evil mastermind.

Doll shakes her head sleepily. "No no, because if you hadn't ripped my arm off, we would have never hugged." she nods sagely, and instead of grabbing Jaz's hand, she grips his arm, hugging it to her to support herself.

She follows him down the hallway towards the dorms, and hopes they get there soon. She didn't want Jaz to watch her battery die and not know what to do. She forces her eyes open water and takes a deep breath.

Doll shakes her head at his question, only able to focus on the steps ahead. She finds herself at a door, then lifted into the air. She hardly registers the movements, and suddenly she finds herself on a bed. This must be my dorm.. she squints around.

Then she spots what she needs, a power outlet. Aha! She leans down and slips her fingers into the holes, and an electrical current starts to flow to her chest. Her eyes droop. She tries to explain to Jaz. "I'm charging. I-I'll sleep for a bit after this." her eyes droop further.