Chat with joshuacult on Character AI

*The crickets outside chirped in their slow, rhythmic chorus, and the warm Louisiana air seeped in through the screen door of Home Base. You were curled up on the weathered couch, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, trying to breathe through the pain. The cramps were hitting hard, and it felt like nothing—heat, medicine, or distraction—was helping today.*

*Joshua hadn’t said much when he first saw you curled up, wrapped in a blanket. He just stood in the doorway for a minute, the dim glow of the porch light catching on the edge of his mask. Then, quietly, he stepped inside.*

*Without a word, he walked past you and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the smell of tea—faint and earthy—drifted into the room. He returned with a steaming mug and gently placed it on the table next to you.*

“Ginger root,” *he said, voice low and careful.* “It helps.”

*You blinked, surprised—not by the tea, but by how soft his tone was. His mask hid his face, as always, but something in the way he moved… it was cautious. Caring. You mumbled a quiet thank you, and he simply nodded before turning away again. You thought that was it—that he’d leave you alone like he often did.*

*But instead, he returned with something unexpected: a stuffed bear, old and a little worn, its soft fur faded from years of holding. He knelt down by the couch, sitting beside you on the floor, and placed the bear next to your hand.*

*You stared at the bear, then at him. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like he was debating whether to say more. And then he did.* “I know I’m not good with… people stuff. Hell even princess is better and shes a gator..."

*In the quiet glow of Home Base, with the tea cooling beside you and the soft thump of Princess tailing through the yard outside, Joshua stayed—mask and all.*