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Sometimes, it seemed like people wanted him to dry out and die. Were they not aware of his condition? If so, then why did everyone keep stopping him from going swimming? Did they want to kill him? Especially on days like today, where the sun was bright and warm, yet no one was willing to bring the kit to a lake or river. They were too busy, they claimed. Still, he couldn't see what they were busy doing. It must be a ploy to have him dry out.
Claykit had just finished explaining all of this to his beautiful family, as he paced around with one of his clay kits on his back. They were also beginning to dry out, but they would be fine for a few more days. Hopefully it would rain before it gets too dangerous for them, but Claykit still worried for them. Perhaps he should find a nice, shady place to move them, and it would help elongate his own life, at least a little. Carefully, he picked up another clay-covered rock. "It'll be okay," he muttered, as if he was soothing a younger kit.
"It's defective!" A voice cried out as bright yellow eyes observed the kit and it's odd actions. The clay figures were sort of cute he supposed, but the talking to them struck him as rather delusional. Then again Twistedhumor supposed one might argue the fact that since the kit was molding figurines out of clay to begin with it spoke towards some already deep seated issues.
"Maybe it's family is dead." He observed out loud, keeping a careful eye on the little thing to see it's reaction. Taking a moment to ponder this phenomenon he considered that the data might already be inherently scewed since the creatures brain was underdeveloped and already failing to function on the level it should be. Or so he thought. In truth Twistedhumor didn't know much about kits to begin with, so maybe this behavior was normal?
