Porcelain

"Are you going to take care of me?" He said, with a gleam and sparkle in his glass eyes. He looked at him: A genuine smile appeared on his face.
 
"O-of course," Mr. Henderson answered, still a bit unease about the situation, but still smiled anyway.
Would his daughter even want a talking doll?
"I was going to give you to my daughter as a gift.."
 
"Really?" He said curiously.
"Do you think she will like me?"
 
"I'm not sure, hopefully she will." Mr. Henderson said.
He was beginning to feel more relaxed with the doll. Now all he had to do was warn his daughter so she won't be too surprised or freaked out.
 
Charles got more comfortable in his lap, falling asleep a bit.
As he took a short nap he held on to the his shirt.
 
Mr. Henderson slowed down as he got to the house. He parked in the driveway and got out the car, making sure not to wake up the doll.
Once he unlocked the front door and stepped in he went to look for his daughter.
"Kennedy? Come here," he called to her.
"Yes dad?"
"I got you a gift, it's a doll.... but it's not a normal doll. I need you to take good care of him okay?"
Kennedy grabbed the doll and nodded as she looked at it.
She was a bit confused and wondered what he meant by 'it's not a normal doll'.
 
Charles was startled but the aggressive grab but stayed still.
He opened one eye to look at Mr. Henderson again, giving him a look.
 
Mr. Henderson gave Charles an awkward smile.
"Remember, take good care of him," he said to her daughter.
"Alright. Thank you daddy," the girl said before running off with her new doll.
 
Charles held his breath, waiting to enter the room.
As he entered he saw the pink and frilly room.
The bed covered in stuffed animals in all sizes.
 
Haylee ((I know I said Kennedy earlier but I didn't like how it sounded with the last name))

Haylee went to her room and set Charles down on her bed.
 
Charles didn't know what to do but to act still and keep that blank emotion plastered on.
He couldn't sweat but he had a hot feeling in his stomach, if he had one.
 
Haylee sat on her bed as she looked at the doll.
She wasn't sure what to do with it.
Haylee looked around the room for some ideas.
 
Feeling even more nervous, he slightly looked around to see what she was doing.
His doll maker didn't stick an outfit in the box, meaning that she might stick a dress on him.
 
The young girl hasn't played with dolls in about a year, but she could make an exception with the new one she just got.
Haylee grabbed the doll and sat it at a small table in the middle of the room.
"Well it's nice to meet, would you like some tea?" Haylee asked the doll.
 
"Yeah," Charles blurted out, forgetting to keep quiet. He covered his delicate lips with his small hands, looking around anxiously.
 
Haylee looked at the doll wide eyed.
"Did you speak?" the girl asked.
 
Charles didn't know what to do but slowly nod. Tugging at the cloth part of his body.
 
Haylee looked at the doll obviously surprised. She then found it cool.
"I don't have any real tea," Haylee said, referring to earlier when he asked for tea.
 
"Well I don't need to actually eat anything." He said as he patted the fabric part of his body.
 
"Oooh" Haylee said as she noticed the doll couldn't exactly eat. "We can still pretend then," Haylee said as she poured pretend tea for the doll.
 
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