Just a Normal Waitress

[pm] Emotions, and it’s much fucking worse. No idea. Think it’s gotta be some kind of spell, and I need it to stop now.

At least you can’t feel emotions through the internet, right? That’s gotta count for something. 

That would be really weird – there are no bears in Maine

It’s like, well, a book blurb for a person. If you know what you’re looking at, anyway. Like, species, personality, how much death they’ve experienced first hand, that sorta thing. Um, can’t really help you with the latter - everyone kinda looks dead greyscale to me because I’m used to seeing them. 

That’s way too much to know about someone before even saying “hi” to them. And I mean it can’t be that specific if you didn’t know that I was a hunt-- oh my god how much do you know about me? Oh my god, how much do you know about everyone? This is-- isn’t this an invasion of privacy? 

It’s, ah, actually pretty old agey. It’s very real, it’s just that most don’t have it for real. 

So, uh, what is an aura then? Like what the hell does this mean and how am I supposed to look at anyone ever again?

Yeah, I was planning on smuggling the rest out and feeding it to my neighbor’s greyhounds, but that would probably work too.

Those greyhounds would be so happy. Just be careful if you throw it out the window that the meat doesn’t attract, you know, uh, other wildlife. Like... bears. 

[pm] No crazy colors, but I can feel what other people are feeling and it’s a goddamn pain in the ass.

[pm] Woah, what? As in you feel their physical pain or something? Or worse, is it emotion type feelings? How does that even happen?