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[Hopping down a staircase at Hoover Hall is a dejected looking clown toy coming back from an now empty dorm room. In his hands he carries a small balloon lion he had planned to give to his new friend Nala... only to find she had left the academy.
He dejectedly wanders the halls, not even caring if anyone accidentally steps on him. He glumly tosses the balloon away in the trash.]
... she wouldn’t of liked it anyway.
[As a toy he should have known better than to feel so hurt. Kids never stuck around forever. No matter how sweet they were, they always eventually forget about you. Even if they promise not to. That’s just how it is when you’re a toy. Feeling hurt over it was pointless.
And yet he did.
He stops and pulls from his pocket an old, tiny plastic pendent to stare at gloomily for a while.]
He dejectedly wanders the halls, not even caring if anyone accidentally steps on him. He glumly tosses the balloon away in the trash.]
... she wouldn’t of liked it anyway.
[As a toy he should have known better than to feel so hurt. Kids never stuck around forever. No matter how sweet they were, they always eventually forget about you. Even if they promise not to. That’s just how it is when you’re a toy. Feeling hurt over it was pointless.
And yet he did.
He stops and pulls from his pocket an old, tiny plastic pendent to stare at gloomily for a while.]