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They can't actually speak, all they can share is a vague knowledge that both of them were not always what they are now. That both of them are more aware than they should be.
But when Morgan puts the skull mug in the windowsill they're right next to the toaster. The toaster that's like them. Trapped.
Mug wants a lot of things but mostly they want to talk to the toaster. There are other people trapped as furniture here, but Mug and Toaster are the only ones in the kitchen, together almost all the time.
And they can't talk, but they both know if they could they'd have a lot in common...
All they can do is share warmth, radiating it back and forth between them where metal sides meet bone.
It's comforting in a way Mug couldn't explain even if they could speak...
Sometimes the world feels too close or too big. He knows Toaster feels the same way. Some days T is silent and clingy, other days it's Mug that can't seem to piece words together.
The porch swing is perfect for curling up on, they can watch the lake, see if any deer come out of the woods to drink.
T is always warm. And many times Mug finds himself just leaning against them. Sharing their warmth. and Toaster is always willing to hug him back.
It's comforting in a way Mug isn't sure he can articulate just the two of them together, in their own little pocket of warmth.