Make Scribbly and Red actually have an attempt at civil conversation! | Accepting!
Imagine, if you will, a… a void. A space completely empty of any feature or decoration.
Imagine, now, that it can become…. anything, in the time it takes for a thought to move across a mind. Anything the occupants require, anything at all.
In the spirit of the types of people who frequent it, the void generally defaults to a tavern.
Right now, though… Right now it’s a library. Warm, safe, with books of thought and memory, comfortable armchairs gathered around low tables, the occupants moving like ghosts between the shelves.
Imagine, at one of the tables, near the center of the library, there sits a Gryphon, small in stature, curled up upon the seat of the largest chair in the library.
And in the chair facing him, lounging and looking thoroughly annoyed with the world in general, sits a small skeleton with a very… pointy air, clad of course in red, with a scarred face and a gaze that knows far more than it’s telling.
“It’s only for a week-” the small gryphon pipes up, lifting his head with a yawn. There’s the impression that this conversation has been had many times.
“No,” is the swift response, from a gruff and gravelly and thoroughly fed up voice. “You can’t make me do it.”
“You’ll be closer to Gadget-” The gryphon’s voice is no less fed up. Seems this argument’s been going on a while.
“I’m close enough to him already without you doin’… that…. to me. Ya know I hate it.”
“Look, Red, I don’t want to force you. But the decision’s been made. You’re being Lilac whether you like it or not.”