[it's a kind gesture - and she's learned (mostly) not to shrug those off, even when they're in more plentiful supply. she isn't used to it yet, doesn't trust it enough to take it for granted. the idea of anyone being willing (or alive) to care about her, even in such a simple gesture as 'here, eat these' on top of bringing the medicine to her: she will never forget this.
so when the human stickbundle punches her arm, she gives a little wince-smile, leans over just enough to make it look like it had impact, offers him a smile before lowering her eyes, opening the water bottle and taking a swig.]
Thanks, pal. [GET IT?]
[he's not wrong. but it's silco - and he's never lacked for followers. sure, some people sway where the breeze takes them, but that's not all - he attracts loyalty, like it or not. she wonders how that might play out here. any way it's sliced, she doesn't like it.]
Yeah, well. Now he's here and I have to figure out what to do. How to ...live with it.
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so when the human stickbundle punches her arm, she gives a little wince-smile, leans over just enough to make it look like it had impact, offers him a smile before lowering her eyes, opening the water bottle and taking a swig.]
Thanks, pal. [GET IT?]
[he's not wrong. but it's silco - and he's never lacked for followers. sure, some people sway where the breeze takes them, but that's not all - he attracts loyalty, like it or not. she wonders how that might play out here. any way it's sliced, she doesn't like it.]
Yeah, well. Now he's here and I have to figure out what to do. How to ...live with it.
Him.
Whatever.