Nov 19, 2021
What do you think will happen when they see you for what you are?
This question forces itself out a little from a place he somewhat knows but tries to pretend doesn't exist.
"... It'll go like last time. It'll fade."
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What do you think will happen when they see you for what you are?
This question forces itself out a little from a place he somewhat knows but tries to pretend doesn't exist.
"... It'll go like last time. It'll fade."
What are you so afraid of?
... I-I don't have to answer to you. You...
This is not the place to say.
are you allergic to bees?
Thankfully no. Otherwise my current arrangement would be troubling.
And what about you? Are you going to be okay on your own?
Huh? Okay?
"Of course we'll be okay." Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth upon seeing this anonymous person trying to check upon his health like everyone else is.
" I just wanted to make sure he got better than me. And everyone already forced me to have food so I'm fine."
"I'm fine." Something repeats.
Picked up any new hobbies?
I... I did give farming a try. I got a lot of potatoes. I gave most of them away. They were nice but the seasons over so it's not something I'll do again
How have you been?
Been pretty peachy.
Honestly it's a little uh. Boring. Y'know, same day mostly, mundane and all. Easy street.
Are you taking care of yourself?
Strings looks at the question. It's a little haunting. He looks behind him in the admittedly spacious living room, in this big empty house in the woods cut off from most of the world. Monamon is sleeping in a cat tree he was gifted to feel comfortable, long given up wearing the vest unless for the rare times the two go out.
He looks a little bit around in the room he's in, the kitchen. There's some dishes piling up. Garbage is done but the fridge is nearly empty. He takes a sniff as habit, and grumbles about a shower. It's been a few days.
He looks at the question. And slowly he types.
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Everything has been pretty quiet. All in all, it's mostly boring if anything.
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Scented or non?
Mm... If I was a crayon I'd be a pretty muted gray.
Like a true stormy gray sky that's not threatening to rain but just.... Passively there.