AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

[guestservices]

mostly void, partially stars.

❤

Comments

[evocationary]

Oh, always. When isn't there something on my mind, these days.

[guestservices]

Isn't that the truth.

[...]

But if you want to say what's on your mind - you can. [a beat.] Um, as long as it's not, you know... anything that'd get us immediately smited... [WHY DID THE AUTOCORRECT LINE ONLY SHOW UP AFTER I HIT SEND HELLO] ...smote? By my boss...

[evocationary]

Well, that's the problem, is I think it probably would, so. I can't.

[guestservices]

...hmm.

[they hold out a hand to lup]

Can I see your hand for a second?

[evocationary]

[blinks...

but she holds out her hand without much hesitation. sure.]

[guestservices]

[they trace a ? in the palm of her hand.

and then hold out their hand to her, tilting their head to one side.]

Ooh, your nails are pretty, Lup!

[evocationary]

[she takes their hand!]

Ah - thanks. It's uh, they're for Clementine, so. Thank her, I guess.

[she traces STATION? against their hand, and then pokes them in the middle of the palm.]

[guestservices]

[slowly, they shake their head.]

I see... I don't know when I'll get the chance to, but I'll keep it in mind.

[quickly, they trace out sorry in the palm of lup's hand, before dropping their hands to their side.]