03-15-2009, 07:52 PM
Hae-jin had skittered into a seated position as Elly had come to sit by him. As a long-time shelf doll, he was uncomfortable being looked down at. "A little," he nodded, folding his hands into his lap, elastics creaking softly. He'd been strung a little tightly last time so as to keep Jillian from pulling him apart too quickly.
This doll, the one called Miss Elly, seemed to have the respect of most of the others. She was, he supposed, a sort of mayor for the toy box. Everyone seemed friendly here, and he knew his own personal melancholy was what was keeping him from making friends as well, but he couldn't do much about it. This haughty gloom was the personality that he was designed into.
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