Miss has told this one that many dolls find special affinities for particular types of objects. Tools, machines, things like that. She says she doesn't really know why; just sometimes a doll will see something, and take a liking to it. Maybe it'll collect the beloved item, or try to spend time in places where they can be found.
This one likes arcade cabinets. They feel… wistful, to it. So bright and colorful and loud, and yet irrevocably outmoded. Most humans don't bother with them except as a novelty, a single night of noise and flashing lights and alcohol. This one doesn't have much desire for that, it can't even tell what alcohol is supposed to do. When it drinks it, it just flows through like normal water.
No, this one doesn't want to spend an evening celebrating in an arcade, it wants to relax there, alone, taking in the sounds of neglected machines, still doing their very best to attract humans who aren't around. They'll never stop giving their all, not until they stop working entirely. No matter how long it goes unappreciated. This one loves them for that.
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