[She hands him the most terrible piece of art violation he's ever seen.]

What about the Fujimarus? They're pretty gullible.

There's something rather humorous to me about the idea that people will essentially believe the opposite of whatever you tell them.

It's a holiday. You wouldn't understand.

Wrong. Should've told me it was intentional. Never admit to a mistake.

Do I hear somebody fucking up their spells?

// My particular flavor of neurodivergent doesn't like leaving things undone, it gives me anxiety, so I probably will do them anyway. Just very slowly 😭

// I don't think it is I just gotta keep pushing forward regardless

// Cancer dx into breakup into loss of friend group into dog breaking her leg and emptying my bank account into termination email from my job. Then I still wake up and go "I feel bad for not getting to my replies."

This, he can't read, but he's not particularly interested in mind games today. He's content to bulldoze forward thoughtlessly and honestly.

"Wouldn't say I'm 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 it."

"This is going to be a consistent pattern of yours, isn't it? Sending my words right back at me."

He huffs, but the smile returns all the same.

"I'm a simple creature. I doubt you'd have to ask nicely."

His smile gradually melts into something more placid. It's not that his joy had faded, but that this was the first sentence in this string of dialogues to get him to pause and think.

"I don't believe that's something you would ask of me."

Sounds wholly unlike you, he thinks.

I am here. That's why you taunt me so. You find me entertaining.

I'm your favorite little jester, admit it."

He lunges forward to sing his fangs into Natty's fingers, but has the sense to stop short of biting him. His initial impression weighs heavy on him, even now. It's a faint voice, urging him not to do anything to incite retaliation.

"...Maybe. Who's to say~?"

He beams, "You're un-bored because ↷