audience: astarion

[mygod]

Comments

[haematocritical]

You do have to admit this is nicer than last week’s location though. I’m not a scholar, but the library is quite nice.

[ all my homies are anti-gas station now. ]

[mygod]

I have received countless invitations. It's like you've all mistaken me for a bookworm.

[haematocritical]

I... don't think I did mistake you as one, only observed that the library was nice. Why, how many times have you been called there now?

[mygod]

I'd just said too many times. It's like you're all fixated on this place the same as the gas station.

[ well those were different kinds of awe ]

[haematocritical]

Not been counting?

People are nosey. If there's a new place, it gets explored.

[ the gas station was more a horror. ]

Would you prefer if we bothered you back at the village? Not bothering you isn't an option, sadly.

[mygod]

What do you mean 'sadly'... You haven't even tried.

[haematocritical]

I think I'm doing rather well. I could be messaging you daily.

[ imagine. ]

[mygod]

You must be very lonely.

[haematocritical]

Bored would be the optimal word.

[mygod]

You can be bored alone.

[haematocritical]

If I’d brought snacks would you have been minutely less grumpy about being summoned?

[mygod]

No. Don't mistake me for a glutton.

[haematocritical]

You do seem to enjoy eating though.

[mygod]

If something is in front of me, I'll eat it.

[haematocritical]

[ mentally thinking: which is something like how a glutton would act, then. ]

Anything and everything? Or are there preferences?

[mygod]

Are you trying to ask me personal questions? I thought at least you would spare me.

[haematocritical]

I wasn’t aware that what amounts to “do you prefer savoury?” was cripplingly personal.

[mygod]

I don't feel the need to engage in circular conversations. I've already said once that if it's in front of me, I'll eat it.

Must you keep making me repeat myself?