- Username: Ellie1998
Number of Kitsubi: #178
Gender: Male
Name you will give it: Solomon Aka. Mr.Buttons
The red button eyes...
Why do I want it: I love the way the red eyes are a prominent feature against the satiny, blue coat of the beautiful plushie. It reminds me of Coraline, which is one of my favourite stories. Solomon is a very special kitsubi, a kitsubi which there can only be one of. As soon as I saw him I knew I wanted him really much. I love him, the design and the beautiful button eyes. He is gorgeus and i wish I had him in real life. I belive everyone needs a soft friend in times of need, someone to take care of them, to help them overcome lonliness. Solomon was John's guardian, and soon he might be mine. If this happens I promise he will be happy in my arms, sharing my bed with me and my other kitsubis. I will love him until his seams break and his cotton falls out. I will love his plush body and button eyes even though he has no heart and can't show his emotions. I know how important a plush animal friend can be, and i would love to protect this one, to egt another friend for life, Solomon.
Well, hello....
I guess you are seeking me, Solomon... or perhaps Mr. Buttons?
Oh, you though plushies can't speak? At heart they can, so...
well, my story you ask of?
well, it's actually quite depressing. I lived in a small, beautiful town, it wa smy birthplace, in one of the small centershops. I was born - handmade- by a good man. I can still remember him, sewing in the last stitch in my furry plush and then me coming to life. Later the same evening i was bought by a beautiful woman and her kind husband. I was wrapped in smooth paper and put under what I guess is a tree. I sat there for two weeks, waiting and then, with a burst of paper and joy, he found me.
He was a small boy, blue-eyed, freckled face, his mothers smile, and he loved me very much. I went everywhere he went. We saw the boats come and go, we eat icecream on hot summer mornings, we watched the clouds soar by and the green grass and flowers sprout in his garden. He named me... His name was John by the way. John was a very shy boy and his parents abscence from home didn't make it much better. But I was there for him, I was his only friend. John's favourite thing to do was singing. He had the voice of an angel, he wrote me songs, he sang them to me, as i was resting on his chest.
The years went by, John grew older and forgot about me. He moved out... I don't think he remembers me at all now... And when his parents found me again, they sold me.
[size=50]One sunny evening, I was sitting in the back of a shelf at a new shop, a shop for recycled and antique items... Then she came by. I believe she was a very kind girl, that Ellie. She bought me, even though I was full of dirt and dust, but she loved me. She showed me to her kitsubis, and I believe we look alot alike.... I love her alot...
On cold afternoons, I still sing John's songs, quietly to myself... I sing my memories.
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