[ rock is there!! rock is not doing that badly, all things considered. They're good at rolling with the punches, despite how badly they react to things on occasion - they wouldn't still be here after all these years if they weren't.
However, they're still not polite. They open the door, and: ]
[ they sigh - then they step back, making way for him. It's about the same inside the house as it was before, although there are perhaps more puddles of mercury laying around than the previous night.
Cinnabar makes zero effort to be a good host. They just stand back with their arms crossed, looking at him expectantly. ]
[ why would they be? They sound a little hesitant - they don't know where he's going with this, and, as usual, they're afraid to believe he might be about to invite them to do anything. ]
[ nope, there it is, the thing they didn't believe would happen. They look completely taken off-guard, the furrow in their brow disappearing for once. ]
[ this is the first time in hundreds and hundreds of years that anyone has wanted to spend time with them - not because someone needs their help or their participation or whatever else. Just because. It's such a little thing, but Cinnabar's cheeks turn red, and they look like they have no idea what to do with themself. ]
Then... okay. You can stay. If you really want to.
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However, they're still not polite. They open the door, and: ]
What?
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Cinnabar makes zero effort to be a good host. They just stand back with their arms crossed, looking at him expectantly. ]
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Are you afraid?
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[ they frown, eyes flicking to the floor. ]
Don't be ridiculous. I've spent so many years waiting... for something to take this useless life away from me.
[ they say it flatly, coldly. ]
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If that's how you feel, then why did you persist for so long?
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[ that's it. ]
The Lunarians never come for me, anyway. They don't want me, either.
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[ a beat. They take a breath, tugging at the end of their hair idly. ]
... Recently... I've been able to help, though. So... I'm not going to go to the moon.
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[ they're sure the others would be okay without them. Bort is strong, and Euclase is clever. ]
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[ that gives them pause. After a moment, they confess, although the words seem hard to pull from their throat: ]
... I've always missed them... I'm always alone, anyway. So nothing would change...
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And you don't think they'd be sad to have you gone, when they finally got the chance to get to know you?
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[ they truly believe none of the others care for them. And why should they? Cinnabar doesn't even care for themself. ]
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...]
Are you busy at all tonight, Cinnabar?
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No...
[ why would they be? They sound a little hesitant - they don't know where he's going with this, and, as usual, they're afraid to believe he might be about to invite them to do anything. ]
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[ nope, there it is, the thing they didn't believe would happen. They look completely taken off-guard, the furrow in their brow disappearing for once. ]
But -- but it's dirty... And I...
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[ there has to be some mistake, right? They fiddle with the edge of their sleeve nervously. ]
There are probably better people to spend time with. I'm not... fun. But if... if you say you want to...
[ ... then how can they say no? ]
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I'm not in the habit of offering things I don't want to do.
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[ this is the first time in hundreds and hundreds of years that anyone has wanted to spend time with them - not because someone needs their help or their participation or whatever else. Just because. It's such a little thing, but Cinnabar's cheeks turn red, and they look like they have no idea what to do with themself. ]
Then... okay. You can stay. If you really want to.
[ this means Shess is their friend, right...? ]
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Excuse the intrusion, then.
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