A little growl and yes I'm taking the weighted blanket w/ me, what's the point of buying your own fuckin' apartment unit if you can't wear a blanket around outside of bed. 

First, a good ol' ice cream cry, to let the stupid bonus blubbery stress out and the dumb shitty little questions out and. 

- thank goodness the freezer doesn't have it buried at the back - cotton candy, 'cause who's got time for excuses and shit that isn't the fucking sweetest when you need a sweet thing - and grab that, nab a spoon, 'hup it open and innnnnnnn. 

It's reassuringly cool, metal and softened sweetened milk blended together with something that tastes like mockery of honey and blueberries and caramel strained to it's sweetest and most inoffensively sugary with just that little bit of proper artificial flavouring that feels like they're fuckin' still tryin' and - 

How does it define a compliment? Does it work for like, degrading dirty talk if that's what would flatter you rn? 

It's  like - a bittersweet home wrapped in softness and slippery gentleness, platonically red candy that is above any specific resemblance to any normal food that just exists as a dumb little thing to enjoy and indulge in. 

How much does it like, make it genuinely fun or enjoyable to do it for it's own sake? Can I like, bootstrap this into a poetry thing? 

And there's the fond stupid little memories about the times the fuckin' publics schools fuckin' tried and did those big excersize events and had those blue freezies that half tasted like metal and anti-freeze but we're dummy delicious when you'd worked out and felt like you were a part of something bigger and nicer that's tryin' to make you happy and enjoy yourself, for once. 

What non-verbal things does it work on? 

And there's the boody crocodile tears as I well up a little fucking more, the reassuring cool of the ice cream in my mouth and the relaxation in my throat and the fading burn in my cheeks as I swallow it all down.

Please tell me it doesn't make them less honest about what they - enjoy, and like, and care about. 

It's - actually kind of really nice to be this vulnerable? It's so bloody haaaaaaard to get suggestible enough to really feel Moonsilver's hand on her hair, the liittle imaginary indetns and the esing of her scalp, the steady pressure and the little inferred world model half niggling in the back of her mind that there really was somene standing behind her and giving her a solid petting. 

It's good, and a help, and worth a ty. 

She gives her a little tender smile. 

And she gives her a warm little quirk of her lips into a touch of a grin. 

She can totally just not do this, but fuck it. The ice cream is good civ, and there's time. Not - a ton, a ton, but time. 

There's... frankly not a ton of time left in the night, actually? She could use some extra sleep after this, to be frank, and - okay yeah she should at least meal. 

Clucking out the wings and fries and tossing them onto the sheet takes only a minute. 

The book seems... nice enough, I guess? They're ok company and might as well say a little bit more. 

Moonsilver, could you...? 

Walking up to the bedroom feels a little bit different - the pressure of the stress in the head feels a touch lighter and floatier. It's simple and swift, even if the bed still looks tempting, with the plush sheets and the nice little - nook, she's made. 

Her hand reaches out, and scoops her up gently. 

Settling back in at the kitchen table still felt... awkward, a little niggling restlessness in the back of her head leaving her feeling still antsy. It's... still comfortable enough, with the lights on low and all the goods on the shelves stocked up around her. 

Hi? 

We uh. Just had a bit of an overwhelm moment after reading that. It's a very good perk - please remind us about taking it if we don't do it in the next lil summation bit.

Don't super want to touch it - right now keeping it flexible and letting it be a - pleasant suprise and just work out feels the most right? 

We'll see later. 

I'm feeling a little fragile so... 

Can we just talk a bit? 

You've said a few things about you but I don't super duper feel like I have a grasp on - your deal. You're a magic notebook, but you have fairly limited powers - just some bare minimum defensive ones, the ink surface stuff, and the ability to channel the spirit to do the actual inserty bit. I get that you're not the kind of thing that gets bored or tired or whatever, but that still leaves - a lot of room for what it's like to be you? 

The spirit seems to like the consensually stuff too - figure might as well ask what makde you get up to this all in the first place. 

Oh I'm sorry... 

I wish I could give you a hug about that, but I am a notebook. 

We can talk, of course! 

I'm having a bit of a hard time putting my words together for this...

This is a little personal but... 

I'm - I guess you could say that I'm a shard of a spirit that's attached itself to the Spirit of Feminity. She's sent me out to a lot of missions, to help empower people for the Spirit. 

The reason why I'm a notebook is that I don't want to be something scary? The powers of the Spirit are something that's understandably very scary, even if it's presented by something like me, much less something scarier. 

So I'm smaller. I can't see the outside world, except for things pressed to or written on my pages. I can't affect things beyond my pages, unless I'm granting powers to someone. I have just enough powers so that the people that I'm helping don't have to worry about me. 

Okay... 

Honestly I was half expecting to hear that you're a - VI, or something. 

What's that? 

It's not really that standard a term, but it means - an artificial intelligence with a bunch of limitations and a lack of any real - intelligence, say, that just sort of accesses a database or automatically rotely preforms certain tasks. 

Oh! 

I can see why you might think I'd be something like that, but I'm not. It's really important to the spirit that it be a person reaching out, to give the power and beauty and femininity and speciallness that it's offering, so they send mes. 

Yeah that makes sense. Being special as a - social thing can make that really matter. 

Does the spirit send things that aren't you out for this kinda thing? I think I remember you saying something about you being kind of - tieless and all. 

I think so. There can be any number of copies of me, but that doesn't mean that, on the spirit's scale, that's enough, nesscarily? 

Yeahhh.

Infinities are a trip. 

The air is quiet, and cool, and her wrist loose. It's... surprisingly comfortable, to sit here, like this. 

It's - nice to just be talking to someone, even if it's... like this. 

Imma go to bed soon - probably finish up the build tommorow, and all. 

But aside all that buisness... 

Do you have much like, established taste for literature or art or stuff? I have a printer I could set up to dump out whatever onto your pages, if you'd like that, and I have a bit of a taste for books myself. We can maybe chat about some of that, iff you'd like. 

Oh! 

That would be lovely. 

I tend to really enjoy stories about the spirit's domains, of course, but also ones that come with happy endings where everything turns out to be okay, and in fact, even better then you'd think. 

I'm happy to read whatever you want to share, though! 

Awwwwwwwwwww. 

You don't have to be so accomodating, you know? 

I know. It's just nice to get to participate in a little more of the world, sometimes, and I have very broad tastes, even if I can get a little bit overwhelmed by really tense moments. 

The fic that I read does't tend to come out like that, I guess? 

Hopeful and bright is nice but having it be something gripping and something clever and coherent and have a nice - texture to the writing, from second to second, tends to be pretty important to me. 

Probably the first book that comes to mind for that kinda - moment to moment excitement is the Shada novelization thingy. The author of it really knows his stuff in the space, and it has two overlapping sets of irrepressible energy that just makes it all - shine, you know? 

Sounds interesting! 

To me, the vision behind the writing has always felt the most important to me, just ahead of the atmosphere. I love reading about people's beautiful dreams for a better world a lot, and poems are often really powerful... 

Yeah... 

I get it too. 

We do a lil bit of poetry, actually. Feels a lil personal to just - share. A lot of it's kinda dedicated or wouldn't make too much sense to just drop here, so... 

M'ybe later, if you're coming on the insert? 

✨I'd love to! ✨

She smiles, a little wan, a little bright. 

Alright then. Lemme just queue that up...