[Donnie was not joking about having a presentation.
And at the beginning, there is simply so much going on that Rue hardly knows where to look! The sprinkling of purple confetti! The little robot cleaner friend! The resounding blare of the party horn!
But just as quickly as they are overwhelmed, the confetti trickles to the ground and the most beautiful sewing machine they've ever laid eyes on is suddenly filling their vision. Thank goodness that Donnie runs right into his spiel, pointing out every detail and running through commentary about it, because the tears that immediately prick at Rue's big eyes leave them feeling a little tongue-tied.
It is their size, not just another human-made sewing machine that Rue must conform to, always hunched over so uncomfortably just to use a machine that so barely was made for clothes of their size either. But this one is tall and decidedly sturdy, all gleaming metal and hot pink, with just enough height for the full of their paw to guide the fabric, not just the careful dance of swiping talons through.
And speaking of, a file! Simply for their talons, in those rare instances when their projects catch against their claws, the thread tangling quickly if Rue does not catch on quick enough. And Donnie has planned for it without Rue ever mentioning it was a problem, somehow he just knew.
Oh, they feel so ridiculous as he continues and their very beak begins to tremble with emotion. And still somehow there is more, extra space for spools, for threading, spaces to store fabric scraps and unspun thread for elimination -
And then Donnie mentions the gun compartment and the laugh that bursts from Rue is a true laugh, a little wet and choked with emotion but decided ecstatic as well.]
Donnie, I can not believe this. That you - that you would go through so much effort just for me. To put so much thought into a gift this beautiful and perfect -
[Their eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but it's by their pure will alone that they do not fall.]
I do not own a gun but I'm certain I can find something for that compartment. Oh, come here. [They are on their feet immediately, just so they can drag the turtle in for a hug, their wings all trembly with emotion as they squeeze him.] Thank you. Thank you, my sweet boy. I am so deeply touched by this incredible gift.
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And at the beginning, there is simply so much going on that Rue hardly knows where to look! The sprinkling of purple confetti! The little robot cleaner friend! The resounding blare of the party horn!
But just as quickly as they are overwhelmed, the confetti trickles to the ground and the most beautiful sewing machine they've ever laid eyes on is suddenly filling their vision. Thank goodness that Donnie runs right into his spiel, pointing out every detail and running through commentary about it, because the tears that immediately prick at Rue's big eyes leave them feeling a little tongue-tied.
It is their size, not just another human-made sewing machine that Rue must conform to, always hunched over so uncomfortably just to use a machine that so barely was made for clothes of their size either. But this one is tall and decidedly sturdy, all gleaming metal and hot pink, with just enough height for the full of their paw to guide the fabric, not just the careful dance of swiping talons through.
And speaking of, a file! Simply for their talons, in those rare instances when their projects catch against their claws, the thread tangling quickly if Rue does not catch on quick enough. And Donnie has planned for it without Rue ever mentioning it was a problem, somehow he just knew.
Oh, they feel so ridiculous as he continues and their very beak begins to tremble with emotion. And still somehow there is more, extra space for spools, for threading, spaces to store fabric scraps and unspun thread for elimination -
And then Donnie mentions the gun compartment and the laugh that bursts from Rue is a true laugh, a little wet and choked with emotion but decided ecstatic as well.]
Donnie, I can not believe this. That you - that you would go through so much effort just for me. To put so much thought into a gift this beautiful and perfect -
[Their eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but it's by their pure will alone that they do not fall.]
I do not own a gun but I'm certain I can find something for that compartment. Oh, come here. [They are on their feet immediately, just so they can drag the turtle in for a hug, their wings all trembly with emotion as they squeeze him.] Thank you. Thank you, my sweet boy. I am so deeply touched by this incredible gift.