Jango had finally found inner strength. It was an attribute that Jango never thought he was wound find in himself. Years of being bullied by people who couldn't wrap their heads around someone breeding with a doll. Most people were accepting of this. New races were popping up all over the place, but dolls? They were made, not organic. It had different connotations. Ones that left Jango feeling rather isolated for many of his younger years. But all it took was one kind gesture and a warm smile to change all of that. Jango had met Fredrich, a trickster at heart, but despite the baphomet's at times impulsive spirit, Fredrich was the kindess soul Jango had ever met. The two had become swift friends, and thick as thieves. There was no one in the world besides Jango's sister that compared to the bond he shared with Freddie. Jango had to wonder, was this love? That emotion that adults and movies and books talked about? It wasn't a concept that Jango quite understood, but he knew that Fredrich was taken. He was in love with another boy, a poet who could share that romantic feeling with him. Jango, luckily, wasn't the jealous type and was simply happy to be kept at Fredrich's side as his best friend. While Jango didn't know what he wanted to do in the future, as an adult, one thing he did know was that wherever Fredrich went, Jango wanted to follow. Perhaps, if he was lucky enough, Jango could one day work in Fredrich's shop.