AUDIENCE FOR: Estelle

[guestservices]

this is what you get until you give me a shitpost

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[guestservices]

[ oh... they look surprised by this offer, reaching out to take the book?

and then the wing shuffle happens again, but this time it's more a poof, like a pleased bird. they take it, and the smile in their voice is very genuine. ]

... Thank you, Estelle. [ weh. ] What a thoughtful present. I'll let you know which ones I like the best, and maybe we can exchange some. Sound good?

[mustbepurged]

That would be great! I've never had a friend I could share these kinds of things with before!

[guestservices]

I haven't in a long time, either.

[ they soften a bit - and then, with sort of a playfulness to their tone: ] Let's keep it our secret, yeah? I don't need everybody knowing I'm a sensitive bird.

[mustbepurged]

[She grins.]

Your secret's safe with me.

[guestservices]

Thought it might be. [ she can't see their face, but she might feel like they're grinning back.

meanwhile! they look at the book, flipping it back over to read the back, absently. ] Let's see... a five-seven-five pattern poem in syllables. Have you ever written a haiku before, Estelle?

[mustbepurged]

Yes, but I doubt they were very good. There's probably a notebook with all my old attempts somewhere in the castle...

[guestservices]

Haha. I'm sure they were fine! Maybe we should try to write one.

[ they tilt their head, thinking... ]

"Hotel with new guests, new faces and same results. Through strife, they endure."

Like that?

[mustbepurged]

[!!]

That's perfect! You're really good at this!

[guestservices]

Haha, you think?

[ they seem pleased. ]

Just a little bit of counting. I bet you can do it, too.

[mustbepurged]

Then... maybe next time, I'll give it a try!

[guestservices]

If you write any good ones, I wanna see 'em.

[ please!! poetry friends... ]