AUDIENCE FOR: Estelle

[guestservices]

this is what you get until you give me a shitpost

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[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... ]