[Little known fact. There are few things in the world that make Pokey feel more scared, feel more frightened or guilty, than the cry of a Picky. He'd remember when Picky was little, just a baby, and would lie awake and cry at night like babies were oft to do. And he'd remember just how poorly his parents, with all their incredible ability at raising children, were at handling a baby. It was after the first screaming match Alyosious had with the new born, finally shutting the baby up, that Pokey decided it fell to him to make sure Picky didn't cry.
It became a reaction. Hearing Picky cry meant having to go and see what caused it, even though it was so often because of Pokey's own actions. And because of that, even Pokey, he was usually remorseless in his bullying of others, could only stand to hear Picky cry for a little, could only stand to cause him to cry for a little, before his protective instinct kicked in. Before his guilt kicked in.
And he hates it. So much. That this little...little thing can cry like his brother, can cry just so much like his brother and he hates it. Still, the sound paralyzes him for a minute, and even if it is a fake...he has to slowly move forward. To try and say something, to swallow his feelings and apologize because that sound-
And then he gets a face full of slushy snow. Oops. Look at that. Guilt all gone, washed away back to anger.]
Oh you little jerk! I'll give you something to cry about!
[Still coming closer. But practically stomping closer now.]
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Date: 2011-12-21 12:04 am (UTC)It became a reaction. Hearing Picky cry meant having to go and see what caused it, even though it was so often because of Pokey's own actions. And because of that, even Pokey, he was usually remorseless in his bullying of others, could only stand to hear Picky cry for a little, could only stand to cause him to cry for a little, before his protective instinct kicked in. Before his guilt kicked in.
And he hates it. So much. That this little...little thing can cry like his brother, can cry just so much like his brother and he hates it. Still, the sound paralyzes him for a minute, and even if it is a fake...he has to slowly move forward. To try and say something, to swallow his feelings and apologize because that sound-
And then he gets a face full of slushy snow. Oops. Look at that. Guilt all gone, washed away back to anger.]
Oh you little jerk! I'll give you something to cry about!
[Still coming closer. But practically stomping closer now.]