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[my_six_hearts]

[by now, the Weighted Companion Cube has slowly accumulated more holiday decorations than ever before. With the Host Club adding the final touches, it is now almost entirely covered in lights, stickers, and ribbon, its hearts nearly obscured by Christmas cheer.

And it couldn't be more pleased. Happily glowing near the bottom of the stairs, just in

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[why_born]

[Whoaaaaah]

Cubie are you...talking? I mean...out loud?

[He's almost tempted to come out of his room to investigate]

[my_six_hearts]

[cool, huh?]

The Weighted Companion Cube cannot speak. [it says out loud]

[why_born]

But you're speaking right now, Cubie. I can hear you.

[my_six_hearts]

Oh no. There he goes again.

Hopefully being insane does not ruin his holiday.

[aint_quiteright]

[River has opted to carry a turtledove to the outdoors, where she believes it will be better off. Of course, she's managed to avoid people until the steps where there is Cubie]

Sometimes it is the thought that counts.

[my_six_hearts]

[the pleasant little electronic voice answers]

thoughts count?

I wonder what thoughts count for?

[aint_quiteright]

[she kneels down onto the ground beside the cube, nodding as she sets the bird onto the steps, it's sleeping at the moment so the usual reactions around it are a bit delayed]

The thought counts to the person that you are thinking of. It's an unusual way of determining your worth to another person, but when someone thinks about you it equates to some level of importance. That you are important enough to think about even when they are not around.

Those are the sort of thoughts that are said to count.

[my_six_hearts]

I have many thoughts

i think about everyone
every
thing
everyone and everything

I wonder if that counts