Claygate Pearmain: Dove! Hey Dove!
Dove: Huh?
Claygate Pearmain: Salut! *smirks*
Dove: Oh, hello there, kid. Long time no see.
Claygate Pearmain: Dove, ya look kinda… wilted, I suppose. Are you fine?
Dove: I am fine.
Claygate Pearmain: Dove?
Dove: What?
Claygate Pearmain: I see you ain't. You can tell me, I can listen.
Dove: …….
Claygate Pearmain: Oh c'mon! Lemme help.
Dove: ……. You're just a kid, and you'll never understand my feelings.
Claygate Pearmain: Dove! Please. Or ya wish you to be a little down, ain't ya?
Dove: I don't, really… Uh…
Claygate Pearmain: Talk to me. Please.
Dove: Well *sighs* my mother wants me to 'come out of my shell' and improve all of my skills. It's ridiculous, because I'm fine with the 'shell' and there will always be someone who can beat you. Are we done?
Claygate Pearmain: Oh….. Ah had no idea.
Dove: Mmhmm, now let me go-
Claygate Pearmain: That's fine, Dove. Really.
Dove: Huh?
Claygate Pearmain: The shell is yer defense, right? Ya don't need to come out of this completely, but ya should learn how to peek out.
Dove: Wha-
Claygate Pearmain: Maybe, ya didn't catch the moment when ya feel like what you're doin' isn't that simple as you thought at first? I mean… The moment when you're obsessed with what ya do. Just ya wait.
Dove: ………
Claygate Pearmain: Oh, Ah'm so sorry if Ah got you distracted! Ah'm such a chatterbox *chuckles*
Dove: You're…
Claygate Pearmain: Holly molly!
Dove: ……. a wonderful child. It's not what I expected to hear, but it's completely what I should know. Thank you, Clay.
Claygate Pearmain: I am! *smirks*
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BASELESS ART WOOHHOOOactually I'm really proud of how it turned out. fight me.