I apologize for any missed errors - just typed it up in Doc Manager.


He just didn't understand this friendship lark thing that was between them. Oh he was quite certain they should be considered friends now as they'd know each other for some time and shared common interests and numerous activities. There were just so many aspects of this... bond? that didn't make sense. He was frequently at a loss as to how to react to certain situations and prompts. What was appropriate? What was too little or what was too much? One could only go so far mimicking others when one had no experience in close quarters with friends. What did that mean for the continuing state of their friendship?

He had made a friend. One who seemingly didn't mind his quirks too terribly and was willing to put up with them on a regular basis. This friend knew how difficult he was in close proximity - childishly excitable, blunt to a fault, socially inept - and he still didn't push him away. He actually wanted to keep this friend and he didn't know how to. Perhaps he'd only admit it to himself but the thought made him terribly uncomfortable. Losing this friend, the one who actually seemed to want to keep this friendship alive when other acquaintances had simply left him to drift away, was something he worried about.

He hardly cared to accommodate others but for this he was willing, if only his friend would inform him of what was good when he didn't understand - which was unfortunately often. He certainly wouldn't mind if they were blunt about it. This situation was hardly something he had a great deal of experience with. Outside of family, who he was sure viewed it as obligation to the youngest, no one had ever bothered to maintain such a link with him and now that someone had - how was he supposed to reciprocate?


Friendship, for Feathers. What is good?
(ps. Borrowed your profile pic...*shrugs* it was them or the mokona)