- "I... that's a good question?" The more he tried to think, the more he started to slowly sober up. "Otherbeings here are kinda not the nicest. I mean, some are? I guess we kinda help people out. We're supposed to have clout 'n s**t in the Otherworld." He nudged at his flowers, "But the Court kinda fell apart. I'm not sure where it's gonna go at this point."
He hummed for a second, "We weren't given a lot of direction at the beginning when I was made one either. I mean, I didn't even want to be one." But he wasn't going to get into lamenting his stolen summer. "But y'know. Heeere I am." He gave his best jazz hands impersonation.
"I guess we're the best thing Otherworld has when it comes so some kinda like... government? Social hierarchy? ******** it I don't know." He started batting the plants away, the vines receding down his legs sadly. If plants could show sad through body-plant-language, anyway.
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