He knows that Ed does origami to occupy his hands when caught up in his own mind; too many ideas, not enough time. A rose, a boat, a swan. They all eventually end up on Oswald’s desk. He knows that Ed can’t bear the idea of wearing mismatching socks, a few times even resorting to borrowing a pair of Oswald’s if he can’t find the one green one that’s been eluding him since Olga last did his laundry or the striped one that was definitely here yesterday, Oswald. He knows Ed’s favourite hair gel is an imported brand that only one store in the city stocks. He knows the tunes Ed hums under his breath even though he’s never heard the original versions.
It’s an odd feeling. A feeling of emotional fullness without any of the satisfaction you’d expect. Instead, you’re just left with a craving for more.
So yes, it’s odd.
(С)
Это не просто одд, это тихий ужас. Серьезно, Пингвинчик, тебе нужно к психологу.