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What’s our battle plan niggas? Trismegistificent laughs at the flamboyant pimp character, the leafie looks bewildered not even knowing what a nigga is. Mine was to make her fall in love says the wizard somewhat shamefully. The leafie says I just want her to stream again. Triste says, I needed that bitch working. Seems we’re all at odds the wizard says exasperatedly. I think all we can do is watch from a distance. The leafie suggests cheering her on. The wizard responds, I’m sure she appreciates that too but not too much, she had cheering the whole time she did this streaming thing and now look at where we are. Yall some bitch niggas, just grab that hoe and ring her neck. You’re about to look like a nigger the wizard says blasting out a fireball at Monstieur Triste’s face covering it with soot. Now that was uncalled for Trismejizztificent, how you even pronounce that shit? Triste says wiping the soot away with a red handkerchief in his coat pocket. The wizard responds, however you want, it’s not important, that spirit out there is. This is a delicate situation and you managed to do irreparable damage. Triste responds, you gotta do some demolition before you can build shit. That might very well be the case, but growing is different and healing. Wachu tryna grow? Her heart? Triste slaps the table laughing, Trismegistificent just shakes his head. Lil Leafie here is being awfully quiet, speak up lil nigga. I enjoyed all her streams, and I miss them, she got busy with everything else and just left us with a pseudo hiatus. I just wish she had been more clear the leafie mutters out shyly. The wizard casts a bolt that falls a tree limb into a little pile outside the tent and ignites it, somehow radiating light and warmth despite the rain, equidistant between the tent, and Faelie. Let’s just be for a bit, I don’t think there’s any more to talk about.
