#computerqueen 02

There’s a sort of bazaar going on in the Fibonacci Ward this season. Something that apparently is supposed to bring the comforts of home to those stuck here.

And — well — it’s very obvious why something like this would draw to Chara.

There’s just a tiny. Little. Problem.

Humans are swarming around. Of course something like this would be popular to the denizens that reside in this realm, especially those not by their own will. Chara isn’t alone in their homesickness. But . . . it’s . . .

Well. It’s nauseating, even imagining stepping into that crowd. Chara is standing at the edge of the bazaar, watching with wide red eyes, but . . . it looks like they might have to skip out on this one.

However, their eyes catch sight of someone familiar. Chara’s heart lifts a little at the sight, as they give a small, shy wave.

"Can you not eat normal food because you are a technology?"

Asked casually enough. Mettaton looks over his sunglasses at her, brow lifted curiously.

"I know you've been making music, gorgeous. Good music. But I do know a few designers in the High Roller starving for new faces to show off their work."

They seem pretty satisfied working with him, but he would love to see her up there on the runway, too, or on the cover of some hit magazine. Something tells him sponsors would be falling all over themselves for her.

"Something to think about."