Category: A Boy and His Dolls
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Governance
“Miss! This one has been studying politics,” the figurine doll carried with it a textbook at least three times its size, making the witch wonder how it had the strength to not simply topple off the table. “It has questions!” https://twitter.com/humvadev/status/1558212392793808896 “Okay, sure, I guess.” The witch blinked a few times, looking at the textbook.…
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Choices
“This one found Miss a date!” The figurine doll jumped atop a display shelf with phone in hand, startling the witch as he arranged far-less-chatty figurines into place. “Many dates, in fact!” The witch sighed, begrudging taking the phone and looking at the gallery of options the doll had prepared for him. “Dare I even…
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Purpose
“Is Miss human?” The figurine doll stood atop a pile of dishes, its witch working alongside a maid doll as the two cleaned up. “Depends on how you define it, I suppose.” He shrugged, arranging tea cups into a row. “I don’t really consider myself human.” “Was Miss ever human?” “I suppose I was once.…
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Preferences
“Miss! This one found the photo book!” The figurine doll was dragging a tome along the desk, approaching its witch as he was hunched over the desk, painting a miniature with extreme precision. He breathed a sigh of relief as he finished his stroke before the doll disturbed his workstation, setting aside his brushes as…
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Acquisition
“Aren’t witches supposed to build their own dolls?” The figurine doll walked along the edge of the display cabinet, looking at the much-less-animate figures inside. “Yeah, I’m just terrible at it,” the witch replied, inspecting one of the figures in particular. “Wait, does that mean this one was bought too?” “Yeah, I got you from…
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Traditions
“Miss, why do witches wear skirts and dresses?” The figurine doll had somehow found itself atop the witch’s dresser, looking down at him while it manipulated a clothspin to weave lint together. “I think it’s just something that stuck after a while,” he replied, folding some t-shirts slowly and sliding them away. “Is there a…
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Titles
“Why do dolls call you miss, Miss?” The figurine doll sat on the edge of the writing desk, perpetually teetering over the edge. “Because I’m a witch, of course,” the witch replied, his fingers moving gracefully over the keys of a type writer. “Miss is a feminine title. Don’t others refer to you as Sir?”…