You not wanting me...
Phoebe smiled at Tal's interest in Frey - pleasant interest no less! "They've helped me a lot too. I think many underestimate Frey's willingness to help if asked correctly." she said. And which aspect mattered as well. The interests of both intersected but were not always the same. Like how all rectangles were squares but not all squares were rectangles. It made sense to her anyways.
Pim puffed up his chest, smoke pluming from his nostrils. "Oh yes, he takes it very seriously. Branbast here on the otherhand..." she started, gesturing to the seer cat upon her shoulders. But the cat interrupted. "Cannot be bothered. Frivolous." Phoebe just laughed a little at the cat's antics. "He picks and chooses when he likes to be helpful."
Pim puffed up his chest, smoke pluming from his nostrils. "Oh yes, he takes it very seriously. Branbast here on the otherhand..." she started, gesturing to the seer cat upon her shoulders. But the cat interrupted. "Cannot be bothered. Frivolous." Phoebe just laughed a little at the cat's antics. "He picks and chooses when he likes to be helpful."
...Was the beginning of me wanting myself
