The doll sighed.

He sighed, but he wasn't quite sure why; there was a dull ache in his chest - he thought, anyway, but it was ... strange. He felt as though something should be more wrong than it actually was, and that made terribly little sense to the boy. He absently poked at his own stomach, then pulled his legs up to curl his arms around them.

Zellan couldn't understand why he felt so listless. He tilted his eyes up, staring absently at the sky. He'd excused himself from a group of his peers - all busily chattering away about important things like growing up and having plans, and he ... absolutely didn't have any of that. He didn't want to grow up - because he had no idea what he wanted to do! He went through the motions, took his classes, played games and tried to fit in, yet ...

He sighed, feeling positively lost. Everyone else had ideas, plans, big goals! He had ... what? He had his toys, his dolls, his little computer at home. He had friends, he supposed, but he didn't have any clue what he might have done with all of that! All he wanted to do was to have fun! That thought in mind, he giggled softly to himself and buried his head against his knees. Maybe he didn't really need a plan; was it so important? He could figure something out as he went, right? Maybe he really was different than everyone; he was already a little weird, right? A little less emotive, a little too clinical for how 'sweet he looked.' Maybe he was just ... strange here, too. A smile actually crossed his face as he lifted his head, a teacher calling them in for the next class.

Well, if he was weird ... that was okay, right? He'd just be weird on his own time!