typical pre-ship osse/uinen interactions
uinen: [throws fish at osse]
uinen: STOP FUCKING UP MY SEEWEED GARDENS, LOSER!
osse: ulmo. ulmo i can't believe it
osse: i never thought this day would come
osse: .uinen...touched?? me??? 0__0
ulmo: ...they threw a fish at you.
osse, optimistic: thats like...remote touching, right?
ulmo, gently: osse, come here.
ulmo: have you ever considered that if you were to stop remixing the currents without notice, grinding the seaweed to confetti and otherwise wreaking havoc through our nascent ecosystems, you might have a chance?
ulmo: not necessarily a good chance. but it would be a start.
osse, staring into the middle distance, resigned: i don't think i can do that.