AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

You're very intelligent. Yeah. [ sincerely! ]

[retellers]

[ they just raise their hands up helplessly like what??? ]

[evocationary]

[ THAT'S A FAIR RESPONSE ]

Look, it has nothing to do with your brains or whatever! It's a vibe. I dig your vibe. It's honest to the point of being fucking rude, which obviously I am similar in.

Does that work? Or are you gonna question mark at me more.

[retellers]

I won't if it gets you to stop calling me stupid.

[ are they still mad about that ]

[evocationary]

Oh my god. I'm sorry. Better?

[retellers]

No. [ they can tell!!! the lack of sincerity!!! ]

[evocationary]

[ she scowls at them ]

Why are you so mad? Clearly I was complimenting you.

[retellers]

How was that a... [ they're being trolled and they know it so they sigh ] Whatever.

[evocationary]

[ it's funny because she's being very genuine ]

I'm sorry. [ and that's less whiny, at least. ] You're not getting it out of me a third time though.

[retellers]

Stop apologizing. [ this is just one more awkward interaction from wolf & co,, ] And don't... worry so much about favorites.

[evocationary]

[ thank god, she immediately will never apologize again ]

Well, that's like telling me not to worry about getting murdered! If I'm not the favorite, what's the point?

[retellers]

[ ? ? ? ? ? ?? ]

How... [ how are those even equivalent ] Why does it matter so much?

[evocationary]

[ she sprawls on the bench again. ]

Because if I'm the favorite, nobody will pick me to fuckin mcdie. Duh.

[retellers]

[ oh my god ]

I'm not picking anyone to die.

[evocationary]

Not just you. [ sniff. ] I don't know why you'd pick someone on your own team anyway, if you were doing it.

If someone murders because they want their memories back on their own time, I won't get picked if everybody loves me.

[retellers]

No one can be loved by everybody. That's impossible.

[ this is the worst pep talk ]

[evocationary]

[ she blows a raspberry at them. ]

You know nothing, Wolf Snow.

[retellers]

[ they make the patented jon snow "what" face ]

Huh?

[evocationary]

[ well, at least the bullying makes her laugh. ]

Never mind. Look, do you mind if I get to know you better? Or am I gonna have to fight you on that one too?

[retellers]

I'm not fighting you.

[ no one believed that. but they shake their head ]

... If that's what you want, I guess.

[evocationary]

[ it's not fun if you don't fight though, so ]

Do you know like... anything about yourself at all? Favorite colors, animals, whatever. Or is that all gone?

[retellers]

I don't think I cared about that stuff. [ they look at their fist and flex it ] I was a fighter. I know that much. Even got the sword back in the castle.

[evocationary]

A fighter, huh. What kind of sword? [ is it as cool as hers. ]

[retellers]

Broadsword. It's pretty big.

[evocationary]

Like how big? Can I see it?