Ask the Virtues!

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

“Whoa- okay, first off, language- I’m an impressionable child. Second, came through the mail tubes because I was a bit bored. And third, I’m Everett!” He gave a wide grin.

“You’re an ‘impressionable child’ who *broke into my house* and *landed on top of me*, I think I’m allowed to swear at you however I like.” A sigh- “Alright then, Everett- Go bother someone else.”

“Aww, but I just got here!” Everett puffed out his cheeks (a pouting session at thirteen? Really?) and made his way to the door. “You know anyone who might be interested in chatting in your friend group?”

“Yeah, and you didn’t ask, so, now you’re just leaving.” a snort, “I don’t know, just stay away from the cowgirl and the purple sl- ..‘mage’, if you value your sanity or safety.” They gesture at the door- “It was nice to meet you, well, it wasn’t, now go away.”

“Whoa- okay, first off, language- I’m an impressionable child. Second, came through the mail tubes because I was a bit bored. And third, I’m Everett!” He gave a wide grin.

“You’re an ‘impressionable child’ who *broke into my house* and *landed on top of me*, I think I’m allowed to swear at you however I like.” A sigh- “Alright then, Everett- Go bother someone else.”

“Mnnn.” Ame sounds unconvinced. “Wh- *No*, I’m not attention-seeking from you, what the hell, I’m not a complete weirdo. I’m just-” beat. …What..*is* he doing, here? “…Trying to figure out if low empathy is a standard perseverance thing across timelines. That’s all.” …By being an asshole to someone and giving them no reason to show you any empathy??? Wait. No. I know what you’re doing. …You’re trying to figure out how to make a friend. …Ame, what the hell, you know damn well bullying people doesn’t make friends.

Ame flinches, almost as if he wasn’t expecting this sort of response. He knows damn well what happens when you push too far- He just didn’t expect he’d hit that point. “I-” He looks, remarkably uncomfortable. “You-” He can’t find another way to turn this around on Andy again- Confronted with the consequences of his own actions, he takes a step back, then another, pale-faced and unable to find anything else to say... *Ame Ran Away.

“Mnnn.” Ame sounds unconvinced. “Wh- *No*, I’m not attention-seeking from you, what the hell, I’m not a complete weirdo. I’m just-” beat. ...What..*is* he doing, here? “...Trying to figure out if low empathy is a standard perseverance thing across timelines. That’s all.” ...By being an asshole to someone and giving them no reason to show you any empathy??? Wait. No. I know what you’re doing. ...You’re trying to figure out how to make a friend. ...Ame, what the hell, you know damn well bullying people doesn’t make friends.

Ame hums. “Better than mine, at least. Still though. Did your parents screw up or was it something else?” Ame oh my g o d.

Andrew sucks his teeth, deciding that talking to Ame is kind of a waste of his time, if he doesn't want to feel overwhelming guilt or anger. He stares at Ame a little, studying his feature. "Did yours not love you? Is that why you feel like you have to ask that?" He asks, adjusting his glasses, before answering, "my dad left when my brother was born, my mom kicked me out when I was like, 9. Parents are kinda, not in the picture, so I guess it's just my own fault." Andrew shrugs awkwardly.

Oh, *ouch*, Andy hit that nail right on the head. Ame flinches, then tries to regain some sort of composure, "... Nope, they sure didn't." A snort, "Oh, okay, so you raised yourself. ...So far I'm two for two on people turning out questionable when that happens, huh. Who would have thought."

Andrew pauses as he considers if he raised himself. "Half true I guess? I was like, halfway raised by Min after I was 11, but she was like, 17 so." He shrugs again a little. "Let me flip the script on you: do you think your parents neglecting loving you, instead of just admitting it and discarding you like mine, made you like-" He gestures to the whole of Amadeus, looking disgusted, "like that?" He says, before humming, and following up with, "do you think that adds to your complex of going out of your way to say harsh comments to strangers? Did your parents do that to you, and now you find that's your only way to show your thoughts to others?"

“Mnn... Still mostly by yourself then. Still, sounds like you trned out better than the bitch I know, so...” Ame snorts, “Their lack of attention is like 100% why I’m fucked up.” a pause... “...I would have taken even harsh comments over the absolutely fucking nothing I got from them.” he shrugs, “No, I think I’m just an asshole because I’m an asshole.” a beat- “...I think I’m justified in being an asshole to murderers, though.” *AME* oh my god?? be nice???

Ame hums. “Better than mine, at least. Still though. Did your parents screw up or was it something else?” Ame oh my g o d.

Andrew sucks his teeth, deciding that talking to Ame is kind of a waste of his time, if he doesn't want to feel overwhelming guilt or anger. He stares at Ame a little, studying his feature. "Did yours not love you? Is that why you feel like you have to ask that?" He asks, adjusting his glasses, before answering, "my dad left when my brother was born, my mom kicked me out when I was like, 9. Parents are kinda, not in the picture, so I guess it's just my own fault." Andrew shrugs awkwardly.

Oh, *ouch*, Andy hit that nail right on the head. Ame flinches, then tries to regain some sort of composure, "... Nope, they sure didn't." A snort, "Oh, okay, so you raised yourself. ...So far I'm two for two on people turning out questionable when that happens, huh. Who would have thought."

Ame hums. “Better than mine, at least. Still though. Did your parents screw up or was it something else?” Ame oh my g o d.