Calla frowned slightly. "Are you alright Seth?" she asked, debating on whether or not to go and get him something to drink. When she saw him stop choking, his arms crossing over his chest, Calla shrugged it off and continued to read. She handed him the book when she was done, and she blushed once more feeling his fingers brushing against her own. She met his gaze, though she wanted to look away and die of embarrassment. She laughed lightly, nodding in agreement. Well, she for one had been the smallest of the two. Being a doll who was only about a foot long was nothing to be proud of. Of course, she loved her new freedom, but it was getting in the way of her and Seth's friendship.

She hugged the top of the pillow she was laying on and watched him. She couldn't help it. Calla's eyes moved from his eyes and how they moved across the page to his mouth, watching his lips move as he spoke the words in a much deeper voice than she remembered him having.

She blinked in surprise when he handed the book back to her. Was it her turn again? So soon? She blushed and took the book, looking up at him when he spoke to her. He was forcing his smiles, and she hoped that soon she would be able to draw out some that were more at ease. "So has yours." And it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. Calla felt mortified. What on earth had made her think something like that?

She started reading again, her voice sounding a little shaken, but she quickly got ride of that and pushed on. The story was so good, and she got lost in the words again. Despite having read the story many times before, being gone had made her forget most things. Now that she was back, everything was coming back to her and she was glad. All her memories and the things she knew were slowly coming back one at a time.

((I'm sorry. I totally fell asleep without realizing it!!))

((*laugh* Can't blame you! I ended up having a busy day, so no worries!

*bursts into giggles* These two are sitting here and making eyes at one another, and for some reason they're not noticing. :XD It's so cute! hahah!))

Seth smiled as Calla started reading. By then he'd finally fallen back against the bed, resting where the pillows usually were. In this case, Calla had the only pillow. His bed was the single bed in the entire house that only had one pillow instead of multiple ones.
As Calla was reading, Seth managed to almost drift off to sleep (aparently her voice was just that soothing). It was just as he was feeling his thoughts drift away from the book when a familiar face appeared in his mind's eye.

'You found me.'

The doll from the fountain looked absolutely freezing. He stood on the bed (though not for real) with a few droplets of water clinging to his features. Seth jerked completely awake, looking at the spot where the doll had just stood. Nothing. "Did you see that?" he asked, looking apologetic as he interrupted the girl's reading.
He sent a wary glance toward the bathroom before forcing himself to get out of bed. "I could have sworn I just saw that doll." It had been so real. Upon setting foot into the bathroom, he saw that the pale creature hadn't so much as moved. With a frown, Seth returned and sat down again. "That was weird."

((I know. Their so oblivious, is hilarious!))

Calla continued reading only to be interrupted when Seth suddenly jerked forward and sat up. Calla paused and looked up at him, wondering what was wrong. She watching him get up and in turn and rolled over and got up from the bed. Calla was curious about the doll, so she followed Seth toward the bathroom and looked at the poor male doll.

"You saw him?" she asked curiously. Maybe he had mother's talent with dolls. Could it be that this broken, lifeless doll still had his spirit with them? Maybe he was doing what she had done to Isis, projecting himself to everyone. "You really are Mother's son Seth. Maybe you can see them, help them too."

In truth, Calla had thought she had heard something, but she couldn't have been too sure. "He looks so familiar, I just don't know who he could be..." she muttered lightly as she returned to the bed and sat on the edge, the book still laying open to the page she had been reading. "What are you going to do with him?"

"Do with him?" Seth looked a bit confused, but then his features smoothed once again. "I don't know. Mother doesn't have the strength to bring him back." Calla's comment about him being Mother's son made him cringe visibly. "I don't want to squander my life away like she did. She just turned thirty, and she looks like my grandmother!" With a sigh, he fell back against the bed. "I . . . don't want to leave him like that, though." His natural instinct was to care, but Seth didn't want to.
He looked up at Calla for a moment, his gaze narrowed. "I don't know if . . . I want to help them." His words were blunt, and a bit cruel, but he was truthful. His blue eyes closed. "It sounds terrible, but it's true. I don't want to inherit this." As though he didn't want to see Calla's reaction, he turned his head in the other direction.

There was silence before Seth finally spoke. His words were close to a whisper when he did. "I'll help him. I want to see if I can do what mother does." He looked back to Calla with his eyes full of conflict. It was like he was fighting himself just to do something for the doll. "He can't stay like that forever."

With a smooth movement Seth was on his feet again. He went to the bathroom counter and returned with the doll's limp form in his hands. It looked so frail, Seth was almost afraid to touch it. Glancing at Calla, he looked a bit lost. "I don't know what to do." Mother had never showed him, and he'd never cared to learn. Placing the creature on the bed, Seth looked down at it for many moments.

((:XD I really don't know how to do it, but hey! I can BS my way through it. :sweat: I'm also debating making him human or doll. As of yet, a doll recently dead can be brought back as a doll but a doll long dead has been brought back as a human. >_< Hmm. Suggestions?))

Calla nodded to confirm what she meant. Of course, she didn't expect him to bring the doll back. She knew just how he felt about the dolls and how Mother had given far too much of it to the dolls. Calla looked surprised for a moment when Seth said that mother had only just turned thirty. It was still a surprise to her to see someone who was so young look like an elderly, grandmother type.

"Maybe you could ask her how she does it. Seth...I know you don't like it, and that you don't want to do it. But...you don't have to turn all of them. Just the one's who need saving you know. Mother...she brought thousands of dolls to life, you know that. It's why she looks the way she does now. I know you...more than you think and you never truly liked what mother was doing to herself and though you are her son, you must have more common sense than she. I love mother so much, but she shouldn't have wasted her life on so many dolls."

Calla knew that if mother hadn't of done what she did, both she and Seth wouldn't be there today, but still. Mother had gotten far too carried away. Calla understood what he was saying, but the cruelty in his voice made her flinch and look away. She let out a small sigh. She knew he hadn't meant it to be a dig at herself, but it hurt all the same. "Seth..." she stopped when he said he wanted to help. "I've never seen Mother do it either. Maybe all you have to do is concentrate on what you want and will a little bit of yourself into the doll so that it comes to life or something. Asking Mother would be best, just in case. Who knows what could happen if you don't do it right."

((Hm, well...maybe he could be a long dead doll and they could have another male in the house. Maybe we could add another female one too later. Maybe at some time they decide to fix up the gardens or something and while digging out the flower beds, they find a doll that's been buried for Lord knows how long. They bring her back to give the new guy a friend?? Oh, and BSing is always fun, I did that for an essay in my Ancient History class back in high school, I got an 87 on it!))

((LOL! BSing seems to work, somehow. . . . I did it in many papers in high school, honestly. :sweat: Hmm. You're on to something there. They find him a friend once the place gets fixed up a bit. That gives him just enough time to settle in before starting on a new adventure. :yes: Hmm . . . ))

Hearing Calla talk about Mother made him smile grimly. So it wasn't only him that saw it. Mother had used so much of her life on the dolls . . . and she cared so much for them, she let it take over her natural life. Seth had a feeling that wouldn't be happening to him any time soon. He heard Calla's hurt voice speak his name, and he grit his teeth against the wash of guilt that came over him. He should have been more careful with his words.
"I think I'll talk to her tonight," Seth whispered, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed. The more he looked down at the doll, the more he felt he should help him. No one should end their life in the way he did. "I'm sorry," the teen finally blurted, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to be . . ." He trailed off, shrugging awkwardly. "I should be more careful with how I say things."

With a quiet sigh, Seth lifted the doll and placed him on the nightstand. "I promise I'll help him. I'll do it tonight." His decision had been made; his resolve would not be swayed. The dark-haired youth fell back against the bed again. "Let's finish the story before I do it, though." It would have been an understatement to say he sounded anxious.

((Alright, we can time skip, if you think that's best. :yes: Seth can go to Mother . . . and we'll have a new friend! :lol:))

((Awesome!! That poor guy won't even know what hit him. He gets brought back, finally settles in only to be harassed by some strange female. LOL, I feel bad for him already!))

Calla hadn't meant to make him feel guilty about what he had said. Seth had every right to be upset and bitter. She honestly couldn't blame him for that. It was the main reason why their relationship was so strained. Or, at least that was what she thought about the whole thing. She let out a small breath and looked at the doll. Why couldn't she remember who he was. The poor thing...she really was glad Seth was going to try and help the doll.

Call nodded, getting back into the comfortable position she had been in before, then she turned her attention to the page she had been reading. "It's okay Seth, honest. I understand." She made sure Seth was ready before she started to read again. She finished the chapter in about five minutes and handed the book over to him once again.

As she listened to him read, Calla could feel her eyes start to blur a bit and burn too from staying awake when all she needed was a little bit of a nap. Without knowing it, while he was reading her, Calla's eyes closed and she fell asleep listening to the sound of his voice.

((HAHA! Yes! Oh, goodness. :lol:))

Seth took the book and started reading again. By the time he'd finished the entire chapter, Calla was sleeping soundly at the foot of his bed. Falling silent, the youth watched her for a while before setting the book aside. I'll do this now. The wedding party would last all day, but the mandatory part was over. Mother was probably resting in her downstairs room. Carefully getting off the bed and taking the doll, Seth left Calla where she was. "I'll be back," he whispered, hesitantly touching a bit of her hair. With a frown, he stepped from the room.

It was a good hour later when he returned. The expression on his face was one of hope, but he looked ready to be sick. By the time he got to the bed, he sat against the headboard (his usual spot) and leaned against it heavily. He looked like he'd been through hell. He also looked rather sick. Still, in his hands was the doll. The creature looked the same as it had earlier, but with one exception. It was breathing.

Calla hadn't slept so well in months. Today had been such an emotional day for her, meeting Isis again after so long had been so hard for her. She was exhausted, and though she hadn't meant to fall asleep on Seth, the rest was good for her. She didn't feel him get up from the bed, nor did she hear him leave the room. She was simply out like a light.

She did, however, feel when he came back and sat down on the bed. Her eye opened, fluttering lightly as she tried to figure out where she was. Of course, the familiar room made her smile. Calla felt her face heat up when she looked up to see Seth. She felt bad for having fallen asleep. Though her cheeks were still a rosy color, Calla noticed that something about Seth was different, making her frown.

Taking note of the doll in his hands and the sick look about him, Calla wondered if he hadn't been able to save the doll at all and he was upset over it. She gasped suddenly, her eyes widening when she saw the doll breathe. "You did it!" she said, sounding so proud of him. Not that he had given up a part of his life, but it was the fact that he had been able to do it.

Seth's eyes flickered to Calla's face. Seeing the pride there made his lips turn up in a slight smile. "Mother showed me how." The girl's familiar blush made his own cheeks warm in response. "She said his name is John Snow." He passed the creature over to Calla, his hands almost dropping the doll in the process. There was a moment of silence before Seth let out a loud breath. "I need to rest," he said bluntly, his features pale as he fought back another wave of nausea.
The teen never asked Calla to leave. Instead, he merely closed his eyes and relaxed, hoping to fall asleep before sickness overcame him. Within the next minute, he was breathing deeply.


((:XD Sorry it's short this time. I need some sleep . . . and I have a busy weekend in process! :squee:))

Please call me: Mouse
I was created 12 years ago, though I appear to be 19 years of age.
I am a: Female
This is who I have been altered to be: Disturbed due to an abnormal childhood, but strives to please others.
This is what one sees of me: Quiet with an obsession with cheese and the color red.
I love: The color red, cheddar cheese, lace, and toys.
I absolutely abhor: The sound of a babies cry.
My Counterpart: ShishaNoKuroNeko

Originally Posted by ShishaNoKuroNeko

Please call me: Mouse
I was created 12 years ago, though I appear to be 19 years of age.
I am a: Female
This is who I have been altered to be: Disturbed due to an abnormal childhood, but strives to please others.
This is what one sees of me: Quiet with an obsession with cheese and the color red.
I love: The color red, cheddar cheese, lace, and toys.
I absolutely abhor: The sound of a babies cry.
My Counterpart: ShishaNoKuroNeko

Welcome, friend! Go ahead and post when you want. :yes: Do you happen to have a picture of her or a description? :)

((That's quite alright really. I can understand that.))

Calla smiled and quickly took the doll from him just as his hands slipped. She could tell that he needed some rest and she debated on whether or not to leave the room. Seeing he was asleep almost instantly, Calla carefully set the doll down on the bed and took the pillow she had been using and gently placed under Seth's head. Thinking quickly, Calla picked the doll up again and brought it to her room. She found a she box and placed a clean pillow case in the bottom. It wasn't the most glamorous bed but it would have to do. She too another pillowcase and tucked it around the doll before going back to see Seth. Calla didn't want to bother him bit she wanted to make sure he would be okay when he woke up again. Maybe she should talk to mother for a moment and ask if what Seth was feeling now was normal. Picking up the box, Calla checked in on Seth before heading down to mother's room.

((Sorry. I'm using my phone to reply so I don't know if this is long pr not. LOL))

((still working on a picture for her, but I'll get it up. My CS5.5 is malfunctioning...))

Mouse soundlessly enters the back of the common room and observes the furniture and the settings. She seems to go unnoticed by those in the room. She reaches in her pocket and fishes out a wrapped piece of cheese that she stowed away from the kitchen moments earlier. She seats herself on the floor in the farthest corner from everyone and enjoys her meal. Daydreaming, she ponders how she got here and why she can't recall her life before she came here, though she is not certain she even had a life before here. Her life is confined inside the walls of the dollhouse, for she is too timid to venture outside. She ponders the conversation that she eavesdropped upon earlier, and wonders what that was all about. She can't help feel a bit detached from goings on in the house; she still has yet to speak to anyone. Maybe one day, I will find a friend with who, together, we may find our purpose. she says almost inaudibly to herself. She sighs as she feels her lids grow heavy and her body weary. She gets up and silently stalks out of the room in search of an empty room in the vast dollhouse, goes to the corner, and falls down the rabbit hole into her dreams.

((Oh, dear, I hope I haven't killed the thread. I see I still have the last post...))

Mouse wakes up and discovers that there seems to be a disturbing quiet blanketing the dollhouse. Frowning, she stands and tip-toes the the door. She slowly turns the knob and the door creeks slightly as she gently pushes it open. She peeks out into the hallway, disoriented. ...How long have I been asleep?, she wonders aloud. She jumps at the sudden sound of her voice, as if it physically shattered some sort of invisible field surrounding her. She looks down and notices there are slight footprints from where she walked. Disturbed, she sneezes and a thin cloud of dust blooms off her clothes like spores. Oh, my, I really do wonder how long I have slumbered... Yawning and stretching, she decides to wander about to see what was going on in the house and why it seemed too damn silent.

((Oh! No worries, friend. The thread isn't dead! Esmme is just being a stinker . . . and not posting. :sarcasm: I'm sorry! I'll post now!))

Mother looked up from her book as Calla neared the door. "I see Seth has . . . started." He wouldn't stop: it wasn't something you could just drop. Bringing dolls to life was like creating a work of art with your bare hands. The feeling was one of the most gratifying moments in life. "How does he look?"
She was worried about her son, but the older woman stood and moved forward to look into the box that Calla carried. A smile appeared on her face as she saw the pale creature. "Snow. It's been a long while since I've seen him." She frowned as she thought about it. "It wasn't long after Seth fell into the fountain that Snow disappeared. It's good to see that he is still around."

The doll's pale features looked no different than when he'd been found. His deathly pale skin was smooth, broken only by thin gray lines that looked like cracks in marble. His tiny chest moved slightly, and it was apparent that he was both alive and breathing.

"I wasn't sure if Seth would do it. I'm . . . almost happy to know that he did."

The doll shifted slightly, the beginnings of a frown crossing his features. When his eyes opened, they revealed a stunning blue that seemed to reflect the light itself.
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Namine closed her sketchbook and hopped off of her stool. Upon seeing a stranger, the blonde tilted her head. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked Mouse, clutching her paper to her chest as she looked at the other girl. It wasn't often that there was a strange doll in the house. Most of them were around long enough to know most of the others. Perhaps Mother had created this one a little while ago?
"My name is Namine. Who are you?"

Calla frowned lightly when Mother asked if he was doing okay. In truth she was a little worried about Seth. "He didn't look so good when I saw him last. He looked sick and decided to go and lay down for a little while. He was sleeping when I checked on him a few minutes ago." She said, moving to lower the box down to Mother's height.

Called was a at least a few inches taller than mother, so she made sure the older woman could see the sleeping doll properly. "John, right? I do remember him a little bit. At least...he does look familiar. He should be okay in a little while though, right mother?" Calla asked because she was both curious and worried. She gasped softly when the doll she had tucked into the box suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yes, they should both be fine soon."

When Snow's eyes opened, he seemed confused. Frightened, even. He looked from Calla to Mother without moving his head, and his eyes closed for a while longer before he seemed to be struggling to speak. Finally, he said something. "Where am I?" His words were slurred, and his voice hardly a whisper. It had been a long while since he'd spoken - or breathed.

Mother reached forward to touch his little brow, frowning a bit. "You're safe, John. You're in your old home." She registered the look of complete confusion on his face. He didn't understand. "You have been brought back."

"Brought back to what?" The male struggled to move his arm, weakly flexing his hand before touching his own cheek. Snow flinched as though it hurt. "What . . . did you just call me?"

Mother's eyes softened, and she looked back to Calla. "I don't think he remembers."

((:XD Short! I'm so sorry! My imagination is missing right now. :cry:))

Originally Posted by Esmme

((Oh! No worries, friend. The thread isn't dead! Esmme is just being a stinker . . . and not posting. :sarcasm: I'm sorry! I'll post now!))

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Namine closed her sketchbook and hopped off of her stool. Upon seeing a stranger, the blonde tilted her head. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked Mouse, clutching her paper to her chest as she looked at the other girl. It wasn't often that there was a strange doll in the house. Most of them were around long enough to know most of the others. Perhaps Mother had created this one a little while ago?
"My name is Namine. Who are you?"

After awakening alone and covered in dust, she had wandered around in the seemingly vast house of inconceivable size. She settled in a room where she dozed off and let her thoughts wander. Unbeknownst to her, the house was stirring as she dozed, and there were others in the room. Startled, she realized she wasn't alone as she daydreamed. At the sound of a voice, she looked up, and faced a blonde doll, and was surprised to the inquisitive look on her face as she peered at her, waiting. Apparently it was this doll who was addressing her. Smiling warmly, she lifted her hand as a gesture in greeting. "Well, hello! I didn't see you there. As to what I am called, the name is Mouse." she stated, glad to be brought out of her reverie. "Do you know where I am, and per chance, how it is I got here and came to be, here or in existence? For the life of me, I cannot recall."

((No problem!! I was waiting and waiting for a post with I realized that I was the one who had to post. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting!!!))

Calla frowned a little but nodded. She hopped Mother was right about that. Calla didn't like seeing Seth this way. She wondered if it was possible for anyone to bring dolls to life or if Mother and her family were simply special that way. She shook her thoughts from her head quickly and focused her attention on the doll before her now. He seemed frightened and very confused, which Calla couldn't blame him for.

Her frown deepened when Mother seemed to guess that John couldn't remember anything. Was that supposed to happen? "Do you think he might remember eventually, or could this be the effects of having been de- I mean...gone for so long?" Calla had to catch herself before she freaked the doll out any more. Taking a small breath, Calla held out a finger to the doll to shake, slowly bringing her hand toward him.

"John. She called you John. This here is Mother, she owns the house. My name is Calla and there's also another guy upstairs sleeping at the moment. His name is Seth, but you can meet him later. I know this will sound very strange to you, but I don't lie so I'll only tell you the truth. You lived her years ago, only you disappeared one day. We found you out in the yard and brought you inside."

"Mouse," Namine repeated with a quiet laugh. She liked the name. "It's very pretty. I like it." Her blue eyes watched Mouse eagerly as she asked questions, and the blonde smiled a bit when she finished. "I suppose Mother brought you to life. You're a doll . . . just like me." Holding out a hand, she pressed her pale fingers against Mouse's. "We all live here in the dollhouse. It's been a noisy day because of the wedding. I'm surprised you don't . . . know."
With a delicate frown, Namine looked over Mouse again in curiosity. She didn't recall ever meeting this one. "Do you want something to eat? You're very . . .thin."
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((LOL! It's fine! I totally forgot that I was planning on responding to little Miss Mouse. :sweat:))

"Calla," John's weak hand rested on Calla's finger, and his pale eyes closed as though it took all of his energy just to breathe. He didn't appear to be listening to the woman's words, but his eyes opened again when she mentioned living "here" in years prior. "Here?" He carefully looked to Mother, his brow knit with a frown. "Mother?"

He'd . . . disappeared? Snow tried to understand, but his mind wasn't putting pieces together easily. It was hard to think . . . especially since he couldn't recall any connections to help him put the situation into reasonable thoughts. "That doesn't make sense," he muttered, his hand dropping away from Calla's. Snow's breath was shallow, but he was staying awake.

"Not much will, for now." Mother smiled sympathetically before moving toward her chair. There was a large box near that, and she knelt to carefully open the lid. Inside were various bits of clothing that she'd given to dolls over the years. "I'm going to give him some clothes. Hopefully he'll regain his strength quickly." She rummaged through until she'd found a few pairs of pants and some shirts.
Tucking them into the corner of the box, Mother looked over the doll's gray-lined features worriedly. "I will see if there's anything we can do to make him feel better."

John slowly looked over to where the clothes had been stashed. It was like he was perceiving things far after they happened. He had trouble keeping up with the words being said. His very mind was sluggish. "Calla," he breathed, "It's so familiar."

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for him right now." Mother met Calla's gaze and smiled a bit, sitting down in her chair heavily. So much excitement that day had really done a number on her. "Keep an eye on Seth, please. If he isn't feeling better by morning, let me know."

Calla gave the doll a reassuring smile and nodded. She could see just how weak he was, making her frown again. It seemed like two thirds of the humans in the house were feeling under the weather as well as John. Calla wished Mother would have let her look for some clothes for the male, seeing as the woman looked tired, even more so now that she had finally sat down again. "Maybe you should go and lay down a little bit Mother. You've have a busy day."

Calla was worried that Mother might over do and tire herself out too much. After what the woman had done to bring both Seth and herself back, it was a wonder the woman was still able to sit up on her own. "The same with you John. You should rest too, to get your strength back. I know it's not the most...elegant or comfortable of beds, but I hope the shoebox will do for now until we find you an empty room of your own." She said, motioning toward the shoe box.

Calla took the clothes mother hand found and started to fold them as best she could since they were such tiny articles of clothing. In truth she was anxious to get back to Seth and make sure he was okay. "What if he doesn't feel better Mother? Is that bad?" she asked, now extremely worried. Calla knew if she didn't stop raising her own blood pressure, she would have to have a rest too.

"Don't worry yourself, dear." Mother laughed quietly, reaching for her book. "He's a young boy. He'll feel better." Her warm gaze was full of care as she waved the woman off. "Take John with you. I'm sure Seth would like to meet him when he wakes up."

Snow comprehended things slowly, but the faintest of smiles touched his face. "I don't like elegant," he muttered. Apparently he didn't care where he slept. Instead, he watched Calla for a few more moments before closing his eyes. His small well of energy was already spent. He hovered between sleep and being awake for a while, drifting in and out of hearing what was around him.
"Seth . . . isn't feeling well?" he asked quietly, forcing his gray eyes open again. He didn't know who this "Seth" was, but if Calla was worried for him, then there was reason to at least hope he was alright. Shifting ever so slightly, Snow managed to finger the edge of the pillowcase that he was seemingly wrapped in. He watched as Calla folded the clothes, his gaze weary but ever curious.

Calla flushed lightly and gave mother a bright smile. She couldn't help but worry for the older woman. Seth showed his concern with anger, but Calla showed it for what it was. Nodding, Calla gently tucked the other doll into the makeshift bed she had made him and smiled down at him.

"It's a very long story John, and I would love to tell you what happened and why, but I don't want to overwhelm you right now. I promise, everything will eventually sort itself out. I'm sure of it. Now then, lets get you upstairs. I guess you could...stay in Seth's room, or mine if you'd prefer. for the time being of course." She said softly as she moved the box to nestle in the crook of one or while to grabbed his new clothes with her free hand.

"Seth wasn't feeling well, so he went to lay down a few minutes before you woke up. But don't worry about anything other than yourself. You must be tired and being confused probably doesn't help things along so you just rest and get your strength back. Are you hungry or thirsty? I could get you something before we head upstairs." Calla was rambling on again, but she couldn't help that either. She had heard the doll say that her name was familiar, which had to be a good sign, right? Well, she wouldn't push him. John Snow, the long lost doll, would have to go at his own pace and remember things in his own time.

Staying in Seth's room sounded reasonable, though Snow didn't reply to anything. Not until she mentioned food and drink. "A bit hungry," he whispered, watching Calla as she seemed to ramble on and on. The doll closed his eyes again, feeling himself drift off a bit. Food sounded both good and foreign. It had been a long while since he'd eaten anything, and though he wasn't feeling the full effects yet, he still knew that he needed substance to survive.
When they got to the kitchen, Snow felt familiar scents pass over him. Perhaps it's true. Perhaps he had lived here once. It made his head hurt to even ponder what might have happened. Used to? Why did it feel like something had happened? Snow took as deep a breath he could manage. "Smells good," he said, smelling the pancakes that Namine had made earlier. There were still a few sitting on the counter where she'd left them for the other dolls. The girl always made extras, for there were many others in the household that needed food. Some were the "makers," and then there were the "consumers." Needless to day, there were many more consuming mouths than there were making hands.

((:XD I missed this rp! :lol: I almost forgot about it.))