[ he will spend a few more silent moments playing with the bun before turning his attention back to winter—he is still idly letting bun play with his finger, though. ]
So how do the three of you know each other? The other directors, I mean. Are ya all related, or did ya get put together by some higher force or power out there?
The three of you just... live here. At this camp in the middle of nowhere. With a buncha random cabins all fully furnished and ready for a huge group of dumbfucks to show up.
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if he has nothing to say, then winter will simply flop over on their side while watching him. this beanbag chair is comfortable.]
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So how do the three of you know each other? The other directors, I mean. Are ya all related, or did ya get put together by some higher force or power out there?
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What were the three of ya doin' before all of us showed up?
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So it's more like ya just... threw stuff together until it was kinda sorta shaped like a camp.
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—Scratch that. Have ya ever been human?
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anyway, they shake their head.]
That was an example. Are you going to ask what's wrong with my face next? Because that was totally offensive enough the first time.
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Hey, wait a sec, I never said anythin' about yer face!
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Well, someone else did. I think she assumed we were human? Which is, like, totally rude. Humans aren't the only species out there, you jerks.
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[ >:O!! ]
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Is it rude to ask what you actually are?
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Nah. But we don't really have a word for it. Just call us "directors" if you feel like it.
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[ he sets smol baby bun down on his lap... if they want to explore the beanbag... ]
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