Favoritism

[clockisticking]

I thought I was your favorite, you know? I thought I was the one you've wanted to have a chance to play for years, and then this little mute Martian corgi comes along and you app him instead... What gives?

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[resolvere]

[There's really nothing she can say, but do? Oh yes, she can do something about it.

A trail of flowers appears out of nowhere, going in a figure eight between and around them, all while she just licks her lips and is completely nonplussed by it.]