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[o8liter8]

[ Mindfang looks kind of...frazzled when she turns the feed on. Her hair's rumpled like she's slept for a month (well, okay, she did), and she has a few fancy hats piled on her head. One of the hats tumbles down as she swings the camera around, and lands in a humongous pile of bee plushes just as she turns the camera to it. ]

Okay, just whose idea of a joke was this? It's not even funny, it's just weird and pointless!

[ She might also be a little freaked out that someone managed to sneak in and do all that while she was asleep...Mindfang is used to having very good reflexes. ]

And who put the damn robot in here, anyway?

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[o8liter8]

If you're not after my pale quadrant then maybe you should stop trying to take care of me, asshole. You don't have the right.

[aim_exorable]

I don't need the excuse of a quadrant to want to make sure you're alright!

[o8liter8]

You can say that all you want and it won't make it true. Everyone expects something in return. And I'm not some helpless little coobeast waiting all a-tremble for someone to save me.

[aim_exorable]

Oh, you are positively ridiculous. I'm not trying to save you from anything. You can be the most powerful troll on the planet and still accept help, Inansa! It is not a statement of how weak you are!

[o8liter8]

Spoken like a troll with no idea how to stand on his own. I don't need help, not from anyone.

[aim_exorable]

[He could say otherwise, but that would get them nowhere.]

Accept it anyway.

[o8liter8]

Give me one reason why I should accept anything from you.

[aim_exorable]

Because you already ate one waffle and you should finish the rest so you don't waste food.

[o8liter8]

This isn't about the fucking waffles!

[aim_exorable]

That still falls within the realm of "anything".

[o8liter8]

They were shitty waffles anyway. Tasted like they'd been sitting there a week.

[aim_exorable]

There is unfortunately only so much the poor thing could do...

Besides, I could not stay there the entire time you were asleep. First of all, that is not practical, and secondly, you probably would have just hit me if I was the first person you saw upon waking.

You still hit me, actually, so I suppose it didn't matter.

[o8liter8]

You're impossible. I'm not eating week-old waffles.

[aim_exorable]

They're not that old.... Do you want me to make you fresh waffles instead, then?

[o8liter8]

[ heeeeesitates. ]

Fine. Fine! Whatever. Do what you want.

[aim_exorable]

[Wow they are so dumb at this. Darkleer is pretty sure of that.]

Alright. Come inside, then.

[He'll hold the door open and stuff. BECAUSE IT'S POLITE OKAY MINDFANG.]

[o8liter8]

[ huffs and pushes past!! jeeeerk. ]

[aim_exorable]

[Yep, one who cares. Shock and horror.]

[Darkleer has to make his way past her eventually, if only so he can get to the kitchen to make her breakfast. Don't mind him, just workin'.]

[o8liter8]

[ pretty much throws herself into a chair grumpily, waiting for waffles. what, did you want her to talk, Darkleer? ]

[aim_exorable]

[It would have been nice...]

[After a few minutes, Darkleer comes back and sets down the plate. Just how she likes it and everything. And then he's just... going to sit on the opposite side of the table. Take out a book.]

[o8liter8]

Rude.

[ Tears into the waffles. Violently. ]

[aim_exorable]

Would you rather I simply stare at you while you ate?

[Nnnnneh, it is on the tip of his tongue how rudely she is eating but hushing.]

[o8liter8]

Can you do anything that isn't awkward or creepy? Seriously.

[ Nom, nom, nom. ]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh now he's just grouching as he hides behind his book. Considering his size, this fails spectacularly.]

I suppose not.

[o8liter8]

[ She grins a little, chewing loudly. ]

Never could figure out how to get that stick out of your ass, could you.