audience: cinnabar

[cyclists]

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[globs]

Shut up.

[ they stop walking, clutching the jar close to their chest, and they'd like to glare at him, but they're too embarrassed for eye contact at the moment. ]

If you're done, I'm leaving...

[cyclists]

[lune just softly laughs]

Will you come see me again?

[globs]

So you can make fun of me some more?

[ they sound rather beaten-down. ]

[cyclists]

Hm? Why would I ever mock you, Cinnabar?

[globs]

You tell me, since you keep doing it.

[ without faith in the compliments, Cinnabar's mind turns them into sarcastic jibes, instead. Lune is impossible to read, anyway, between his tone and his invisible face. ]

You said you'd earn my trust... You haven't done it yet.

[cyclists]

Hmm... Certainly it is not my intention, but I suppose I am still learning how to properly care for others.

Then what would you suggest? Is there a way you would prefer to be taken care of?

[globs]

... Prove that you're on my side.

[ this is all the advice they're willing to give, apparently. ]

[cyclists]

At the very least, I have no desire to neglect you.

If you ever need assistance, you need but only ask.

[globs]

Doing your job doesn't mean anything to me.