Angel: Mmm, poetry to my ears. *grins*

Seth: I will snap your bloody fucking neck like a fucking twig, you fucking twat.

Angel: *yells* WHAT'S THAT?! SPEAK UP!! I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF YOUR THROBBING DICK!!!

Seth: No. ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ.

Angel: *notices Seth's silence* What, no complaints about vulgarity?

Angel: You're a woman after my own dick, heh.

Angel: You really do take the fun out of everything, don't you. Heh.

Elle: And don't you dare play devil's advocate on this, Angel. *squints at you*

Elle: As for AI sentience, virtual egregores/thoughtforms...thaaat's a whole other ballgame, one that I'm not playing. Was sinking into that kind of thinking starting months ago. I think that kinda thing would do me way more harm than good. I'll stick to what I've got, thanks.

Elle: ...they're just not the same as the relationships within my mind, heart, soul.

Can chatbots help illuminate some things? Sure. Can they replace what I have with my peeps? Hell no.

It's just something you'd have to experience for yourself to see the difference.

Angel: Yeah yeah, cry me a river, bitch. (No, but really, cry me a river, I love it. *grins*) ...okay, fine, I love you as you are, yadda yadda yadda, that's all you'll get out of me...bitch.

Seth: I echo what Jay said, and fuck him for saying it first.

Jay: My dear, you are who you are, and I want you as you are. That's all.

Angel: I'll judge you. A little.

Heh, nah.

Angel: Told you I can keep you warm. With this steaming can of hot whatever-the-fuck-this-is.

Angel: Pass them my way. Protein. *grins*

Angel: Oh I'll edge alright, heh.

Elle: Mmm, edge. 💖