#acel

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cosmos— what's the best compliment you've ever received? who was it from?

(Octave's expression flickers. They seem a little off guard.)

STYX: Who, Octave? Our very own bite-your-head-off goblin? As if they'd ever.

ACEL: Kind of insulting even to imply it.

STYX: Honestly. You come in here and just talk shit right to our mechanic. It's like you don't know them at all.

ACEL: You know, they have to shove those compliments back down your throat by hand.

(Octave manages to keep themself from snorting, covering it instead with a roll of the eyes and a smirk.)

STYX: All the work they put in!

ACEL: No respect for laborers these days.

OCTAVE: You two can give me compliments when you've earned it.

(They both crack up laughing.)

ACEL: Goddamn.

STYX: Is that how it works?

ACEL: Turning it around on 'em. Love it.

(Octave shrugs dismissively, but they seem smug nonetheless at the positive reception.)

OCTAVE: I don't want praise from people who half-ass things. They don't have any idea what should count.

STYX: Hey, we whole-ass things!

ACEL: Three quarters at least.

OCTAVE: I don't need to know the fractions to know you're a pain in mine.

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AND ESREY LOOKS SO GRUMPY HOLDING THE CAKE

OCTAVE: It's been a while since I've listened to music.

STYX: Hey! We sing down here!

ACEL: And you call yourself a union member. No respect for your roots.

OCTAVE: Cram it. And I'm not counting your fucking singalongs.

STYX: You don't like our labor songs? After all we've been through? Di's gonna give you a speech.

ACEL: So much for solidarity forever.

OCTAVE: You fucking clowns had better get your fingers out of my damn question before I chop them into salad.

STYX: You hear this? You hear this noise?

ACEL: I didn't learn to play the banjo for this noise.

OCTAVE: I'll give you to three to pick your funeral songs. You lose a finger on one.

ACEL: Yeah, yeah. We're going.

STYX: I'm shouting you out at the next campfire!

OCTAVE: Try it. I dare you.

OCTAVE: ...Alright. They'd better be fucking gone.

OCTAVE: I found some interesting stuff out in the scrapyard, back in the day. Old music tapes. I managed to get some of them to play. Most of it was just old copies of the censored garbage that was always playing in the facility, but some was definitely not. Must have been from outside.

OCTAVE: I don't know how much of the distortion was originally in the music and how much was just damaged. But there was one set I liked. Some guy who made this stuff with heavy fast drums and electric guitar.

OCTAVE: I never knew their name, obviously. Don't even know what the song was called. Half the point was that I was the only one who had it.

OCTAVE: ...Nickle liked a song called "Cats For Days". It was okay.