[Carpet nods firmly at that; as much as he strives to be useful to people--as much as he feels the pressing need to do so woven right into the fabric of his being--, he hopes that his friends would like him for more than just what he can do for them. Maybe a long time ago, he would have been satisfied with that, and thought Lifeism made perfect sense--but now? He wants more. He doesn't ask for much, doesn't even expect to be treated the same way someone would a human, but he does want to be treated like a real friend.]
I used to have masters, but I don't anymore. I guess the first one didn't need to name me because he never needed to call for me? I was always right by his side.
[(Rightfully) Paranoid as the man had been, they were almost never parted for long. Whenever Master had needed him, he had only to beckon.]
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I used to have masters, but I don't anymore. I guess the first one didn't need to name me because he never needed to call for me? I was always right by his side.
[(Rightfully) Paranoid as the man had been, they were almost never parted for long. Whenever Master had needed him, he had only to beckon.]