"Because I like it underneath the ground. The earth embraces me like a drowning man embraces air." He takes her broom and dusts himself off. He's still filthy. "Most people don't like me on principle."
"I was born in the dirt." She says affirmatively, nodding and letting go of the broom when he tries to take it.
"So, why'd you come out of the ground if you like it inside of it?"
"Because it's polite to let people see you when you talk to them. Otherwise, they become afraid. Sometimes, they'll try and hurt me. I have to run away when that happens." He hands back the broom before falling to all fours and pushing the tiles back into place. "I was born in the dirt too. My mom told me that I'm made of dirt and fear. That's why people treat me like dirt, and why they look at me with fear. They can't help it."
"I think it's just an unchecked bias set in the world. An immediate innate reaction to anything different, or something people can't possibly understand. They look at it like it's beneath them, just because it's not like them...." A serious look sets into her eyes, and she puts the broom across her lap, sighing.
"That's why I move quick when I do my job! I like... my job...."
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"Because it's polite to let people see you when you talk to them. Otherwise, they become afraid. Sometimes, they'll try and hurt me. I have to run away when that happens." He hands back the broom before falling to all fours and pushing the tiles back into place. "I was born in the dirt too. My mom told me that I'm made of dirt and fear. That's why people treat me like dirt, and why they look at me with fear. They can't help it."
"I think it's just an unchecked bias set in the world. An immediate innate reaction to anything different, or something people can't possibly understand. They look at it like it's beneath them, just because it's not like them...." A serious look sets into her eyes, and she puts the broom across her lap, sighing.
"That's why I move quick when I do my job! I like... my job...."
He grins, showing his perfect teeth. "The fear that made me was fear of other people. The fear of the unknown, of a person who could be dangerous. People feel that fear near me. Or, some of them do. Sometimes, I meet someone who thinks I'm okay I like those people. I bring them gifts sometimes."
"Because it's polite to let people see you when you talk to them. Otherwise, they become afraid. Sometimes, they'll try and hurt me. I have to run away when that happens." He hands back the broom before falling to all fours and pushing the tiles back into place. "I was born in the dirt too. My mom told me that I'm made of dirt and fear. That's why people treat me like dirt, and why they look at me with fear. They can't help it."
"I think it's just an unchecked bias set in the world. An immediate innate reaction to anything different, or something people can't possibly understand. They look at it like it's beneath them, just because it's not like them...." A serious look sets into her eyes, and she puts the broom across her lap, sighing.
"That's why I move quick when I do my job! I like... my job...."
He grins, showing his perfect teeth. "The fear that made me was fear of other people. The fear of the unknown, of a person who could be dangerous. People feel that fear near me. Or, some of them do. Sometimes, I meet someone who thinks I'm okay I like those people. I bring them gifts sometimes."
"Well, not to sound like I want gifts, but I don't see a problem with you... you're just feared because you're different." Lily smiles, missing a tooth in her lower jaw
"Let's walk and talk, I've gotta sweep." She stands up, using the broom as an anchor to rise, and starts to sweep down the hall, going up some stairs
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He grins, showing his perfect teeth. "The fear that made me was fear of other people. The fear of the unknown, of a person who could be dangerous. People feel that fear near me. Or, some of them do. Sometimes, I meet someone who thinks I'm okay I like those people. I bring them gifts sometimes."
"Well, not to sound like I want gifts, but I don't see a problem with you... you're just feared because you're different." Lily smiles, missing a tooth in her lower jaw
"Let's walk and talk, I've gotta sweep." She stands up, using the broom as an anchor to rise, and starts to sweep down the hall, going up some stairs
He follows, more like a dog would than a human would, including moving in that spider-feline way on all fours. He keeps his head close to or against the walls or floor whenever he can.
"Why are you sweeping?" He looks through his pockets for something. "Do they pay you? I heard that people like money." He absently drops a platinum coin to the ground. "But you sure do lose a lot of it. I find a lot of gold underground."
He grins, showing his perfect teeth. "The fear that made me was fear of other people. The fear of the unknown, of a person who could be dangerous. People feel that fear near me. Or, some of them do. Sometimes, I meet someone who thinks I'm okay I like those people. I bring them gifts sometimes."
"Well, not to sound like I want gifts, but I don't see a problem with you... you're just feared because you're different." Lily smiles, missing a tooth in her lower jaw
"Let's walk and talk, I've gotta sweep." She stands up, using the broom as an anchor to rise, and starts to sweep down the hall, going up some stairs
He follows, more like a dog would than a human would, including moving in that spider-feline way on all fours. He keeps his head close to or against the walls or floor whenever he can.
"Why are you sweeping?" He looks through his pockets for something. "Do they pay you? I heard that people like money." He absently drops a platinum coin to the ground. "But you sure do lose a lot of it. I find a lot of gold underground."
"Occasionally I get a paycheck. it's not much, but I also get to keep what I find on the floor. I found a sword one time!"
She takes the platinum coin and puts it back into Dings' pocket, clicking her tongue. "Nice try."
"I haven't ever met the guy who owns this place, but somebody pays me to clean, and I'm not about to give up this sweet gig. What do you do?"
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He follows, more like a dog would than a human would, including moving in that spider-feline way on all fours. He keeps his head close to or against the walls or floor whenever he can.
"Why are you sweeping?" He looks through his pockets for something. "Do they pay you? I heard that people like money." He absently drops a platinum coin to the ground. "But you sure do lose a lot of it. I find a lot of gold underground."
"Occasionally I get a paycheck. it's not much, but I also get to keep what I find on the floor. I found a sword one time!"
She takes the platinum coin and puts it back into Dings' pocket, clicking her tongue. "Nice try."
"I haven't ever met the guy who owns this place, but somebody pays me to clean, and I'm not about to give up this sweet gig. What do you do?"
"I... I grow potatoes. Coming up with gifts is my full-time job. The earth feeds me, and I feed it in turn. I'm like a worm in that way." He misses his hair with his emaciated claws.
He follows, more like a dog would than a human would, including moving in that spider-feline way on all fours. He keeps his head close to or against the walls or floor whenever he can.
"Why are you sweeping?" He looks through his pockets for something. "Do they pay you? I heard that people like money." He absently drops a platinum coin to the ground. "But you sure do lose a lot of it. I find a lot of gold underground."
"Occasionally I get a paycheck. it's not much, but I also get to keep what I find on the floor. I found a sword one time!"
She takes the platinum coin and puts it back into Dings' pocket, clicking her tongue. "Nice try."
"I haven't ever met the guy who owns this place, but somebody pays me to clean, and I'm not about to give up this sweet gig. What do you do?"
"I... I grow potatoes. Coming up with gifts is my full-time job. The earth feeds me, and I feed it in turn. I'm like a worm in that way." He misses his hair with his emaciated claws.
"Potatoes, huh? Takes me back... They're a wonder-tuber, for sure. It's sweet of you to give gifts."
She pauses walking for a second to focus on a particularly dusty suit of armor
"I don't know enough people to give them gifts... I actually only know one other person, besides you, and he pays me."
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"I... I grow potatoes. Coming up with gifts is my full-time job. The earth feeds me, and I feed it in turn. I'm like a worm in that way." He musses his hair with his emaciated claws.
"Potatoes, huh? Takes me back... They're a wonder-tuber, for sure. It's sweet of you to give gifts."
She pauses walking for a second to focus on a particularly dusty suit of armor
"I don't know enough people to give them gifts... I actually only know one other person, besides you, and he pays me."
"Why don't you leave sometime? It'll give you a chance to spend your money. I think that's what money is for." He curls up on the ground like a giant spider.
"I... I grow potatoes. Coming up with gifts is my full-time job. The earth feeds me, and I feed it in turn. I'm like a worm in that way." He musses his hair with his emaciated claws.
"Potatoes, huh? Takes me back... They're a wonder-tuber, for sure. It's sweet of you to give gifts."
She pauses walking for a second to focus on a particularly dusty suit of armor
"I don't know enough people to give them gifts... I actually only know one other person, besides you, and he pays me."
"Why don't you leave sometime? It'll give you a chance to spend your money. I think that's what money is for." He curls up on the ground like a giant spider.
"I will, maybe tomorrow. Wanna come with? We can buy some... food, maybe? I don't know what things are in the markets..." she chuckles sheepishly, sitting next to but not very close to Dings
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"Why don't you leave sometime? It'll give you a chance to spend your money. I think that's what money is for." He curls up on the ground like a giant spider.
"I will, maybe tomorrow. Wanna come with? We can buy some... food, maybe? I don't know what things are in the markets..." she chuckles sheepishly, sitting next to but not very close to Dings
"Sure! I'll hide so you can buy things." He splays out on the ground, before bending his limbs backwards for a moment. Then he sits normally.
"Why don't you leave sometime? It'll give you a chance to spend your money. I think that's what money is for." He curls up on the ground like a giant spider.
"I will, maybe tomorrow. Wanna come with? We can buy some... food, maybe? I don't know what things are in the markets..." she chuckles sheepishly, sitting next to but not very close to Dings
"Sure! I'll hide so you can buy things." He splays out on the ground, before bending his limbs backwards for a moment. Then he sits normally.
"Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to it." She messes with her broom, fixing some of the straw
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"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
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"I think it's just an unchecked bias set in the world. An immediate innate reaction to anything different, or something people can't possibly understand. They look at it like it's beneath them, just because it's not like them...." A serious look sets into her eyes, and she puts the broom across her lap, sighing.
"That's why I move quick when I do my job! I like... my job...."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
He grins, showing his perfect teeth. "The fear that made me was fear of other people. The fear of the unknown, of a person who could be dangerous. People feel that fear near me. Or, some of them do. Sometimes, I meet someone who thinks I'm okay I like those people. I bring them gifts sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Well, not to sound like I want gifts, but I don't see a problem with you... you're just feared because you're different." Lily smiles, missing a tooth in her lower jaw
"Let's walk and talk, I've gotta sweep." She stands up, using the broom as an anchor to rise, and starts to sweep down the hall, going up some stairs
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
He follows, more like a dog would than a human would, including moving in that spider-feline way on all fours. He keeps his head close to or against the walls or floor whenever he can.
"Why are you sweeping?" He looks through his pockets for something. "Do they pay you? I heard that people like money." He absently drops a platinum coin to the ground. "But you sure do lose a lot of it. I find a lot of gold underground."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Occasionally I get a paycheck. it's not much, but I also get to keep what I find on the floor. I found a sword one time!"
She takes the platinum coin and puts it back into Dings' pocket, clicking her tongue. "Nice try."
"I haven't ever met the guy who owns this place, but somebody pays me to clean, and I'm not about to give up this sweet gig. What do you do?"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
"I... I grow potatoes. Coming up with gifts is my full-time job. The earth feeds me, and I feed it in turn. I'm like a worm in that way." He misses his hair with his emaciated claws.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Potatoes, huh? Takes me back... They're a wonder-tuber, for sure. It's sweet of you to give gifts."
She pauses walking for a second to focus on a particularly dusty suit of armor
"I don't know enough people to give them gifts... I actually only know one other person, besides you, and he pays me."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
"Why don't you leave sometime? It'll give you a chance to spend your money. I think that's what money is for." He curls up on the ground like a giant spider.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I will, maybe tomorrow. Wanna come with? We can buy some... food, maybe? I don't know what things are in the markets..." she chuckles sheepishly, sitting next to but not very close to Dings
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
"Sure! I'll hide so you can buy things." He splays out on the ground, before bending his limbs backwards for a moment. Then he sits normally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to it." She messes with her broom, fixing some of the straw
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk