TOO COOL FOR SONG LYRICS SRYSRY

[alethiological]

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EXPECT DELAYS BECAUSE I LIVE WITH ASSHOLES]

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[zenithrewinder]

[Hilariously, she would be glad to help Margaret kill one of her relatives. They all have the same freaky eyes after all.

But the question goes unasked! So the dopey smile only earns a blank stare. And a simple, but civil]

No.

[presages]

Really . . . ?

Are you wearing a heater?

[zenithrewinder]

No. I am simply used to it.

[presages]

Amazing . . . Hmm . . .

[Not really.

She holds that 'mm' sound for the duration of her thought. It's an awful, horrid little noise despite her holding that dopey unreadable smile too, not unlike buzzing insects. Wasps or locusts, maybe.

Adaptation is just what animals do; there's nothing special about this girl that makes her able to stand the cold, probably, short of magic. Margaret fancied herself an occultist sometimes, but that didn't mean she actually knew what she was doing, for once -- so there's no point in even trying to cut her up. She has nothing to give. This conversation is pointless.

Unless -]

. . . You're pretty.

[zenithrewinder]

[The only thing that annoying sound causes her to do is wait. Patiently. After a few moments of it, she glances at a mens' watch on her wrist. Then back up to wait patiently, as good maids are supposed to do when not-maids initiate conversation.

However, that answer was the last thing she expected the conversation to continue with, and it shows in her expression.

Wait, shit, show gratitude, that's a thing humans do after compliments-]

...Thank you?

[presages]

Is that your real hair color . . . ? And your eyes too . . . ?

[zenithrewinder]

Correct. They're the brand that marks my race, miss.

[A simple statement. No pride or disdain or anything, but that it just Is. So the immediate thought after is: wow, Lunarians really are weird.]

[presages]

What race are you?

[zenithrewinder]

Lunarian. D'endrrah's blessed.

[presages]

Oh . . .

You came from the moon?

[zenithrewinder]

Not personally. However, those who live solely for her sake are taken to serve her.

[presages]

You were . . . kidnapped to the moon . . . ?

[zenithrewinder]

Yes. But I escaped.