[She nods agreeably enough. It's funny how she's just casually being honest about it. But if he's tipping up his mask too, she'll pull up her cat mask to look him in the eye.
Though she has to pull hers up entirely. It'd cover up her eyes otherwise.]
I find it's easier to be honest. That way, no one will label me as 'good' or 'useful', and thus...I won't disappoint myself, or them.
If people think they can use you for their purposes, there are people who will do so. They attempt to use various means. Fear is one means, but charm is also quite common.
I've had it done to me enough to know when it is insincere. And I've seen it when I've been put on a shelf, so to speak.
I'd rather not repeat the cycle of hope and disgust, and then abandonment.
[ Well, he can agree with the first part. Food Souls without a master encounter this all too often. You learn to differentiate the good and the bad quickly, or you find yourself in trouble. ]
I... see.
[ And while that's her right, he supposes, he can't relate to it whatsoever. If he wasn't viewed as "good" or "useful", what would he do on Tierra? Food Souls only exist to be useful to humans, after all. ]
... Can I get you a drink?
[ Perhaps they can simply relax, now that the dancing is done. ]
[ Maybe he'll get it eventually, but as it is now, it sounds so far from everything Steak exists to believe that he'shaving trouble wrapping his head around it.
So perhaps the invitation to drink is a respite from heavy topics. ]
Very well.
[ He'll be right back with two glasses, one with wine and the other with a darker, heavier spirit and some ice. ]
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And I know I am not a particularly kind human either.
Though I suppose you could call me a monster, now.
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Is that so?
[ He hasn't met a lot of unkind humans who also willingly declare themselves as such, but Steak may just file that information away, just in case. ]
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[She nods agreeably enough. It's funny how she's just casually being honest about it. But if he's tipping up his mask too, she'll pull up her cat mask to look him in the eye.
Though she has to pull hers up entirely. It'd cover up her eyes otherwise.]
I find it's easier to be honest. That way, no one will label me as 'good' or 'useful', and thus...I won't disappoint myself, or them.
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What's that supposed to mean?
[ Why would anyone not want to be useful? ]
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I've had it done to me enough to know when it is insincere. And I've seen it when I've been put on a shelf, so to speak.
I'd rather not repeat the cycle of hope and disgust, and then abandonment.
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I... see.
[ And while that's her right, he supposes, he can't relate to it whatsoever. If he wasn't viewed as "good" or "useful", what would he do on Tierra? Food Souls only exist to be useful to humans, after all. ]
... Can I get you a drink?
[ Perhaps they can simply relax, now that the dancing is done. ]
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She blinks up at him, and tilts her head. This seems to have come out of nowhere. Maybe a retreat.]
Ah, certainly. Wine, if they have it?
[They could relax now. She'll likely be dancing with someone else soon but...it'd be nice to have a break.]
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So perhaps the invitation to drink is a respite from heavy topics. ]
Very well.
[ He'll be right back with two glasses, one with wine and the other with a darker, heavier spirit and some ice. ]
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And she'll be far more polite, if confused. Maybe she thought she'd scare him off, instead he got her wine?
She'll just be. Well. Enjoying her wine, and trying not to think about Steak too much. Else she'll just be full of questions.]