AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

❤

Comments

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Well, it's embarrassing to say it now...

[evocationary]

Aw, come on. [her ear flicks.] Can you tell me if I guess?

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Sure.

[evocationary]

[thoughtfully:]

... Clothing choice.

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Mm... yes, I have preferred styles like everyone else.

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I assume it is not public servant chic.

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Nnnno.

[evocationary]

What would you wear, then? You strike me as the type of person that'd like, uh, loose fitting stuff. Drape-y.

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[there's a long pause as though they're thinking about this.]

... Yes, that wouldn't be inaccurate.

[evocationary]

Fuck yeah, nailed it.

-- Oh, right, okay. Food. Let's go sit somewhere. People get mad when I suggest the floor!

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[amused]

Have they never heard of picnics? But all right.

[evocationary]

Apparently not.

-- Ah, wait, you like vegetables and stuff, right? Are you fine with this? [she is really doing her best to remember everybody's preferences]

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... Ah, yes. I do prefer vegetables.

[evocationary]

Hmmm. I can eat the bacon, I guess? I can also make you something else. [it's like, eggs and pancakes, otherwise.]

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I can eat the eggs and pancakes. There's no problem there.

[evocationary]

Good, then we've uh, we've come to a decision. Let's go.

[and they can go sit down in the courtyard because that's my favorite place.]

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[yaaaay, courtyard. they will do so!]

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[she settles... somewhere, and gestures, before stealing the bacon.]

Enjoy. [she says, with her mouth full.]

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Thank you.

[they will start eating the pancakes and eggs, true to their word.]

Your cooking is always a delight.

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Flattery will get you everywhere!

[she says before like, immediately hitting them with a memory wow!]

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[wow!

it's a lot, seeing the love lup has for her brother. after a few moments of quiet—]

... Was it a good day, then?

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[a pause, as she brings her hand up to clutch at her shirt, over her heart.]

... Um. Yeah. Yeah, it really was. One of the best I've ever had.

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[...]

Your heart, right.

[evocationary]

My heart. [she sighs.]

And my soul, too. I'm made up of memories. It's what keeps me stable. Magically, I mean.

[guestservices]

... I see. I can't really relate, but... I suppose that sometimes, memories are all that you are, whether literally or figuratively.