"Point still stands, doesn't it. You guys looking human - or mortal or whatever - makes you superficially closer to us, without any of the actual relatability on your end, 'cos you're still weird ass, kind of eldritch concepts doing a really bad job of playing people."
Gil grimaces. "You don't understand us because you literally cannot comprehend how we think. Even Magician can't, and she's the personification of thought." But she was still the closest, in his opinion.
"...and you have a unique list for every single person, right?" In the incredibly done, resigned tone of a man who knows this is absolutely not the case. "Because I can guarantee not everyone likes every item on your list."
"... you know, you're a mortal," she says, thoughtfully. "You could write me a list of the general likes of mortals and I could take it with me to the next meeting."
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Gil grimaces. "You don't understand us because you literally cannot comprehend how we think. Even Magician can't, and she's the personification of thought." But she was still the closest, in his opinion.
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"Even chairs, beverages, and skills?" But she shrugs. "You might have a point. I could bring it up at the next meeting."
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"... you know, you're a mortal," she says, thoughtfully. "You could write me a list of the general likes of mortals and I could take it with me to the next meeting."
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Then stares for a few seconds.
Then takes his arm off the couch so he can rub his face with both hands.
"I mean, I could, technically, yes. But the fact that you need lists at all means they're not gonna work as much as you want."
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