by Will Stanton » Thu Apr 17, 2025 6:14 pm
"'The other model'," the cyclops scoffed. "As if there were just the two."
"See, and that's a little bit of the point," the cyclops said, wrapping the towel around his waist, and bending down to scoop Miriam up. "At least this would fall into the broad category of 'things you're not interested in', rather than 'things that repulse you', and that's just fine by me. You don't want everything, and this place lets us do the things you don't want. Or we could slip out of the cauldron without needing to be babysat
"You think you know what you like, and you pull that out of the cauldron. And you think you know what you don't like, and so you don't pull that out of the cauldron. And that's OK; we can do all sorts of things in here and don't need babysitting, and we can slip out there and do things without you having to ask for it, too. Might have been a less disturbing visual than a garbage bag bursting at the seams, right?" the cyclops grinned. "You don't have to jive with everything we want to do if you can accept that it exists. And a willingness to both let that be, and to occasionally try something new, because you never know..."
"A...and a little bit of occasional a...advice and shepherding isn't unwelcome, either. We listen..." Miriam's towel spoke up, quietly.
