AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

[guestservices]

mostly void, partially stars.

❤

Comments

[evocationary]

I hate that answer.

[guestservices]

You probably hate a lot of things.

[evocationary]

Yeah, like you.

[she says, continuing to talk to them] You guys are really restricted.

[guestservices]

Good, the feeling's mutual.

[please hate them properly, lup. they shrug, the red flickering.]

Like I said, we're not here to help you.

[evocationary]

[have you not seen her conversations with everybody else, this is like practically flirting]

You don't hate me or you wouldn't show up.

[guestservices]

[do not flirt with lepus, that would be a very bad life choice.]

It's my job to.

[evocationary]

Yeah, but you could just like, send me messages.

[she has no idea how it works]

Anyway, I'm going to feed you today. Where's my pin, huh? Did you toss it?

[guestservices]

I already told you I don't like taking meals from other people. [they cross their arms.] And it's with the rest of the junk that you all put in my box because you're broke and have no actual money.

[evocationary]

This means nothing to me. I'm going to cook and you can watch me do it the whole time, and I promise I won't poison it.

[...] Dooo you take Monopoly money?

[guestservices]

It's not about poison, it's—

[they stop themself and then. move on.]

Still pretty worthless to me, but whatever.

[evocationary]

What's it about? [tell her tell her tell her]

[guestservices]

[they're silent for a while, marked by the pulsing of ominous red behind their veil.

then, they shrug.]

If I told you I was an android so I can't eat anything anyway?

[evocationary]

[stop that was a fuckin joke]

... Really? [she's... skeptical...]

[guestservices]

Yup. Really.

[evocationary]

Huh.

Well, okay. I guess I can't feed you, then. [she's a little hesitant, because she's still half expecting them to be like HAHA NO YOU IDIOT]

[guestservices]

[stop would they do that]

I did tell you.

[evocationary]

[she would not put it past them to be like "i'm a robot" "really?" "no"]

Well, you could've told me the reason!

[guestservices]

[they shrug.]

Had to keep some details about my life private.

[evocationary]

But not anymore?

[guestservices]

Don't expect much.

[evocationary]

I wasn't, especially not from you.

[guestservices]

Good. Keep it that way.

[evocationary]

[a pause.]

Do you feel things? This is a serious question.

[guestservices]

... What? Why do you want to know?

[evocationary]

Like, I mean, do you get warm, or cold? You have emotions, clearly, considering you're annoyed at me twenty-four seven.