It should be noted that, no, I do have a face… however, nobody can remember it. And that’s by design, not even I’m allowed to remember my own face, or recognize the faces of other rubber leafeons…
...which is, only a slight e-existential nightmare that i will not be f-focusing on...
…Regardless, in memory, my face is always remembered as a featureless rubber surface, hence the confusion. And when we’re around other leafeons… people, c-cannot tell, that w-we’re any d-different…
…and with my m-mildly affected body language and speaking patterns, and even the obscuring of my o-own name, i-it’s… quite harder, f-for anyone, to recognize, me… h-ha, ha…
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