globs: (oh boy your eyes betray)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-21 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cinnabar hums, resting their head on their arms as they slump forward onto the table; the orbs of mercury always orbiting them seem to have calmed down slightly, retaining their round shape, despite how nervous they are about having someone spend this much time with them. ]

If you don't sleep... What do you do all night?
globs: (we are shining in the rising sun)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ they turn their head over their shoulder just slightly, peering at him curiously. ]

Really...?

[ they still haven't really tried to use theirs... ]
globs: (your white skin)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-22 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Have you managed to do anything useful with it?

[ the question seems born of an innocent curiosity rather than any strategic motive. ]
globs: (where are you?)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hmm. They can't say they can think of anything useful to do with water outside of cleaning things, either. Although his specific ability might be something entirely separate. ]

I haven't even tried to use mine yet, [ they confess. ] It feels like there's no point.