Post by Blue Jones on Jun 25, 2011 14:28:28 GMT -5
He stared at the girls. His hands going to his temples. He had not been getting enough sleep. Besides that, there was also the other side of things. He had visited Baby doll a few nights ago. If he knew better then what he already knew, she sure to have told her little comrades about him. His visits , if they wanted to have a chat they could. But if he would listen to them , well that was highly unlikely. Hiding the key around his neck. He sighed and started to walk over towards one of the tables.
Looking over, he smiled as he looked at the locks of hair. He wished he could touch them, but in a more private setting. If Baby dolls comrades wanted to actually get out of here or even have a remote hope of ever actually staying alive . They could just come to his office and have a nice little chat. For now he was not even bothered with the details or what he would say to them. He was actually not even thinking about how screwed his head was with all the emotions that poured out.
Each of the girls meant something different to him, each one made a kind of connection to him that he could not yet understand. But did he care about what they thought. No they were his, they did not have any thoughts any dreams. This was the reality. This was their home. He would not let them go for even a second. Turning his head to look back at the files. He smiled and turned his head around. " Sweet pea.. you have a medical checkup" he lied. A serious face placed as he walked over to the door of the theater and started to wait for the girl.
Looking over, he smiled as he looked at the locks of hair. He wished he could touch them, but in a more private setting. If Baby dolls comrades wanted to actually get out of here or even have a remote hope of ever actually staying alive . They could just come to his office and have a nice little chat. For now he was not even bothered with the details or what he would say to them. He was actually not even thinking about how screwed his head was with all the emotions that poured out.
Each of the girls meant something different to him, each one made a kind of connection to him that he could not yet understand. But did he care about what they thought. No they were his, they did not have any thoughts any dreams. This was the reality. This was their home. He would not let them go for even a second. Turning his head to look back at the files. He smiled and turned his head around. " Sweet pea.. you have a medical checkup" he lied. A serious face placed as he walked over to the door of the theater and started to wait for the girl.