audience: emma perkins

[cyclists]

Comments

[cyclists]

[there is a shake of their head at that]

Certainly it could, but I do not mean to dissuade you from feeling as though you may express your thoughts either.

You are also young, in ways, but mature enough to find displeasure in the acts of others.

It comes only from a place of concern, does it not?

[foodbin]

Nah, you didn't. Thinking too much about how much things suck is just another way of wasting time, though, you know?

[She shrugs.]

I just want all of this to turn out okay. There's a lot riding on it for everyone, but...

[cyclists]

You and I both desire the same.

[honestly, but just as lightly as usual]

I am sure that the others also feel that way.

[foodbin]

Yeah. Well, all but one now, I guess.

[...]

Do you know how it chooses who to inhabit?

[cyclists]

[there is a shake of their head at that]

I'm afraid we are not capable of interfering or predicting much at all on Thursdays - the darkness ensures that.

[foodbin]

How? Do you get knocked out, too?

[cyclists]

On the contrary, we are very much awake, and very much unable to cross to this side - no matter how long we search.

[foodbin]

...Well, that sounds pretty terrifying.

[cyclists]

We have been able to reach this side each week after some time - of course, only after it is too late to save anyone.

I suppose that is the intention.

[foodbin]

Wow. I'm honestly not sure whether that's more or less frustrating than sleeping through it.

[cyclists]

Certainly it does not sit well with myself or the young one...

But regardless, we will try each week to accomplish what we may.

[foodbin]

Yeah. It seems like you're doing everything you can.

[cyclists]

Certainly we are.

Though... I worry still that it may be taking a bit of a toll on the young one. He has endured quite a bit here.

[foodbin]

[She sighs.]

...I probably shouldn't have snapped at him.

[cyclists]

You were only doing your best as well, were you not?

[they don't sound irritated, at least.]

If you would like to return to his good side, he is rather fond of ice cream.

[is lune conspiring to get people to be nicer to his grandson?





yea]

[foodbin]

[She pauses.]

Mint chocolate chip, right?

[cyclists]

I had not even known that was a flavor. How interesting...

[there is a laugh]

Or share your own favorite flavor with him, and I think he would be pleased to make a friend.

[foodbin]

You don't think he's the type to hold a grudge?

[cyclists]

Not when approached sincerely.

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

Good to know. Thanks, Lune.

[cyclists]

Of course, of course.

I only ask that you perhaps gently remind others that the young one is... after all, very young, if they sound too cross with him.

[foodbin]

...Can you tell me how old he is, or is that a no?

[cyclists]

I believe that is a question best answered by him, if you are able to gently lead the conversation to it.

[foodbin]

Does he not like talking about it, or...?

[cyclists]

[there is a soft laugh]

He is young enough to be considered inexperienced by others in some ways - but simply offer him the benefit of the doubt if you do speak with him about it.

I believe that he is perfectly capable of helping you all, and could not ask for a better partner in this.