its almost like i'm being written by a lesbia[ gets yanked off screen by a cane ]

﹙ that look shifted in mild discontentment, sipping down the new cocktail moment by moment while thinking it through.

a heavy sigh slipped. ﹚

why do you care so much about kris, then?
if they left us in this kind of position. you said you're no better than us, so it's ..

then ...
thanks by the way, but —

﹙ squinting at the new drink, the pippins tipped their head at him soon enough. ﹚

what's going on? tenna could just kick you out to the desert if somehow it was better to, but you're still here!
.. why was all this in 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 cards?

﹙ on came a sour expression as they swallowed down almost the entire glass in one tip. ﹚

.. you get special treatment from the boss!
tenna couldn't give two rolls about us. but you? we see you get signals all the time.

sure. and all you think about is your connections, right?
with all that "happy" talk.

i don't get it. don't you care about anything but kris?

﹙ they take the drink with a small blink. for all they spewed, they didn't seem to even hesitate before taking a long sip. ﹚

﹙ a sour look met his joke - as if the pippins didn't want to risk even a chuckle.
but his eye followed the drink, at the minimum. ﹚

funny.
what i mean is - you didn't have to be here, here. making drinks, puttering around ..
like you lost a big bet or something.

why are you here, making drinks pretty much nobody actually drinks?

.. we all have a goal, i think.
and can i have one?

but you stuck around, and all you talk about is -

look, i don't know what you want.

.. look, you're the extension cord that let that mailman even come over here.

you're not doing it on purpose?

things started going wrong when you showed up.

you did notice that, right..?