AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

[guestservices]

mostly void, partially stars.

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[guestservices]

[the bowl is pushed and they seem to stare at it.]

I understand. Some people are simply better with others. But I...do hope that you will be able to do things on your own as needed. It's a hard thing to do when all of your happiest memories involve people you care for, but it's just as important to be able to do both.

[but they shut up and go to wash their hands. lup gets a peek at clawed handsies but not much else seeing how they almost immediately put new gloves on.]

How does this work?

[evocationary]

[bro ur gloves

she just watches them do this with a slightly amused look.]

You just do it like this. [and she shows them how to make a cinnamon roll idk how to and its past my bedtime so imagine she does it real good]

... I can survive just fine on my own. By the way. I just don't like to. [...] It's harder. Because of what I am.

[guestservices]

[go to bed. also stop looking at their gloves. they will make cinnamon rolls!!!]

...because without other people it's easy to be at risk of disappearing?

[evocationary]

In a sense. [shrug.] It's the difference between talking to me like this and uh, a feral monster.

[guestservices]

...you do realize it's incredibly difficult to imagine you as a monster. Feral or otherwise.

[evocationary]

Well. That's because you've never seen it.

[guestservices]

And what does that matter? What I said remains true.

[evocationary]

[a little laugh.]

I guess so. [...] Hopefully you won't have to.

[guestservices]

I'm sure I won't. And even if I did...we would deal with it when the time came.

[evocationary]

Haha. That sounds foreboding.

[guestservices]

Ah. My apologies, it was...meant to be more reassuring.

[evocationary]

I know it was. I'm just teasing you.

[guestservices]

Oh. Right. I knew that.

[...aggressively continues making cinnamon rolls instead.]

[evocationary]

[a little laugh.]

I appreciate the reassurance, don't get me wrong. It's very sweet of you. [...] Good job on the rolls, too.

[guestservices]

Yes, well...you do deserve the truth in that regard, I think.

[evocationary]

[her ear flicks.]

You big on truth? [teasing... she's going to put the rolls in the oven in a sec here.]

[guestservices]

Yes. [immediately. ] Even if the truth is difficult to face and it takes effort to find it.

[evocationary]

[she watches them for a moment.]

Even when it hurts. Even when it doesn't matter, in the end.

[guestservices]

Do you really think there are times where the truth doesn't matter?

[evocationary]

[she thinks about that.]

Depends. It didn't seem to matter to the people at the station, sometimes. But for me, I guess I can't think of a specific time.

[guestservices]

[...they nod.]

The truth is a delicate thing, Lup. Even if we don't always understand it. I'm sure you know that as well as I do.

[evocationary]

[she smiles again, and this time it's a little more fond.]

You have got to stop sounding like someone I know! I already made a dumb assumption once, I refuse to do it again.

[takes the cinnamon rolls to the oven...]

[guestservices]

You do know what they say about assumptions...[but they watch her go.] Dumb or not, I'm sure you had your reasons.

[evocationary]

Catfished by an NPC... humiliating. [she huffs, shoving the rolls into the oven.]

[guestservices]

Mortifying. [dryly.] We could always tamper with a cinnamon roll to give it to them as revenge.

[this is absolutely not a serious suggestion.]