[ Sus. Or, well, maybe he has a soul that can do that? ]
I hope the poor thing wasn't too hurt. Birds would do that sometimes in the high rises of Piltover. We tried not to overly clean the windows so they could see it.
My friend and I simply felt bad for them. They can't help the buildings nearby. Though they probably don't miss me; no one's been in that building for months now, so the windows are easy for them to spot.
How does one talk to seagulls, then? They only ever seemed skittish to me unless one had food.
Whittling down their defenses with kindness until they decide to stay?
[ Text doesn't allow for nuance in emotion but she's smiling, because she can think of...quite a few examples of such a thing. And perhaps that's really what friendship is: people willing to stay and to remain kind, so others may find safety in them. ]
I suppose I'm no better than a seagull in that sense.
[ In the future when she has proper wings, she may just take him up on that... ]
Or connection. I'm sure you feel closer to things when you actually feel connected or empathetic to them. Distance makes it more difficult to feel invested in certain things or people.
Hard to say. I think it's the leveled playing field here, as we all have at least one thing in common.
[ Being captives of Patho-Gen. ]
But I feel more connection in honesty, in forthrightness. Deeper conversations have meaning to me. I spent a great deal of time often flitting in and out of circles with shallow concerns and with people only caring about their bottom line.
Here, people are willing to indulge. It keeps me curious and makes me want to know more. But I suppose part of that is not just unraveling the mystery of who people are but whether they are threats to me.
But what is 'your own thing'? Is it just painting?
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I wouldn't say deeply connected but I don't fear it like some do.
But it reminds me of home.
[ Of sailing away from it, more specifically, and so there are complicated feelings wrapped up in that. ]
You want to introduce me to a seagull??
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yeah it makes me think of home too
so i get the feeling
[ ... ]
seagulls**
think i almost got to teaching them a song too
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And they let you do that?
[ Asks the woman who has never tried to befriend a seagull. Or to teach it songs. ]
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theyre very good communicators
maybe even better than people lmao
ill show you next time
though one ran into a window the other day
and he been kinda shy since
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[ Sus. Or, well, maybe he has a soul that can do that? ]
I hope the poor thing wasn't too hurt.
Birds would do that sometimes in the high rises of Piltover.
We tried not to overly clean the windows so they could see it.
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its not that hard to
as long as youre willing to listen
thooo i will say sometimes i think im wrong
only to find out im right days later lul
so you left them purposely just a little dirty
your kindness probably left a deeep impression on them
they might even be missing you now
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They can't help the buildings nearby.
Though they probably don't miss me; no one's been in that building for months now, so the windows are easy for them to spot.
How does one talk to seagulls, then?
They only ever seemed skittish to me unless one had food.
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food is a good motivator yeah
but normally i just start talking
if they stay theyre probably a friend
if they fly away then i try again the next day
youd be surprised how persistence has a way of working
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Whittling down their defenses with kindness until they decide to stay?
[ Text doesn't allow for nuance in emotion but she's smiling, because she can think of...quite a few examples of such a thing. And perhaps that's really what friendship is: people willing to stay and to remain kind, so others may find safety in them. ]
I suppose I'm no better than a seagull in that sense.
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but youd be surprised how rare sincerity can feel sometimes
[ at her text back, he does smile a little in spite of himself. ]
squawk squawk
that means ill keep my glass dirty for you then
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[ Or something to that effect. But is it a literal window when it comes to him, or are they continuing to speak in metaphor? ]
Is that how you feel, though, about sincerity?
I wouldnโt fault you; I donโt disagree with the observation.
[ It just, again, sounds lonely, something she knows quite well. ]
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i can even keep it open for you sometimes [ lol,
is it a metaphor... or a joke. the true mystery. ]
i do
then again sincerity is a hard thing to feel at times
like you said perhaps sincerity is all about consistency
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Or connection.
I'm sure you feel closer to things when you actually feel connected or empathetic to them.
Distance makes it more difficult to feel invested in certain things or people.
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to be honest i might have been like the latter for a long time
i tried not to get too swept up in the currents
while it means you dun really get anywhere its also safe
or so id say but i probably was just too busy with my own thing to care
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I think it's the leveled playing field here, as we all have at least one thing in common.
[ Being captives of Patho-Gen. ]
But I feel more connection in honesty, in forthrightness.
Deeper conversations have meaning to me.
I spent a great deal of time often flitting in and out of circles with shallow concerns and with people only caring about their bottom line.
Here, people are willing to indulge.
It keeps me curious and makes me want to know more.
But I suppose part of that is not just unraveling the mystery of who people are but whether they are threats to me.
But what is 'your own thing'? Is it just painting?