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"Oh, dancing's cool I guess. I've never tried it, I don't think I'd be very good at it at all. I can sing, though!" He added with a touch of interest. "So if you ever like, need a music background or something I could probably help. I dunno. And whoa. I had no idea sugar could do that."

The Lamenter's wide-eyed stare in reaction to how, exactly this Sugar had managed to grow to the towering size she had reached was exactly what he felt. That only made him even more apprehensive about the very concept of the saccharine substance that was also constructed of dead people bodies. Maybe it was an Elsen thing...?

Either way, the player mentally noted it down as something else to maybe, like, ask an Enoch about or something. If the Guardian was willing to discuss it, he supposed. Still, it was interesting information to tuck away for later. Perhaps it'd be useful for something. ..Though what, exactly, he hadn't a clue.

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“Oh. Uh, hi.”

The first thing the boy hadn’t expected to be greeted with was the mention of the ‘ducky’, whom of course he was immediately aware was the Batter. Or the purifier’s Bad form, more accurately, though personally he thought it seemed more crocodilian. He hadn’t come here to argue about what kind of creature the man’s bestial form more closely represented, however.

“I’m the Lamenter. You’re sorta big.” The player observed suddenly, apparently not aware of the concept of ‘tact’ and ‘not pointing out the obvious’. Not that Sugar would mind, surely. Maybe, he didn’t know. The ones he had seen didn’t seem like they would be all that touchy.

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The Lamenter had similarly been spending his time rather idly. He had spotted a few stray Elsen, but as per the norm they seemed so busy the player was a little hesitant to even so much as attempt to talk to them, and there was no one new of violently dire importance or particular interest for him to interact with. To be fair, it also probably had something to do with the fact that he had barely just woken up and his bleary, half-lidded eyes could barely focus on the (what felt like to him) blindingly bright screen he was looking at.

Either way, the boy was barely registering what was in front of his face as he scrolled, and flicked through quite a few spots in the world of the one Batter he had promised to rebuild with before he realised that the man he had been searching for was at the foot of the mall steps he had already overshot roughly three times as he mindlessly flicked through the Zones, so it was with a slightly guilty start and another muffled yawn (though whether or not he, as a player, actually needed sleep at all was debatable) that the puppeteer greeted the former purifier.

"Hhhhhh- hello there, Batter. How's the meal? Taste any good?"

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Not much had occurred that day, much to the Batter’s disappointment. Sure he’d wandered around and looked through the various Zones, and he may have gotten into a fight or two with some Secretaries which resulted in some cuts and bruises…but he hadn’t found anything new concerning the state of his game file.

With a sigh he sits down on the steps outside the mall, opening his pack and glancing around warily as he pulls out a package of meat he’d bought from Zacharie earlier that day. In all honesty he hadn’t eaten since he woke up, and it was only just now that he truly felt famished. After looking around one last time to make sure he’s safe he digs in, unwrapping his food and eating slowly to make it last.

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"Well... I don't know." The player unwillingly admits. "I was hoping you might have some sort of idea, since, I mean, you raaaaaaaaaun-" The verbal misstep is something the boy quickly attempts to recover without pausing in his words. "-a whole kingdom. The only viable idea I can think of I'm a little reluctant to go through with just because of the consequences that would follow, but you're the political master, or uh, whatever, so if you really desire for me to tell you what I could think of I can certainly do that."

After another silence, almost as if in an attempt for him to redeem himself in case the fragile acceptance the King had offered him would promptly be retracted because of the Lamenter being so useless, he added hastily added an afterthought. "And, uh, I tried to warn your Judge about the Batter and stuff, but by the time I even got there at all she'd already sent 'em on the way. She still knows about the whole 'purify very bad very destructive' thing a lot earlier than she would otherwise though, if that, uhm, helps at all."

For all his power and previous insistent vehemence, the boy had started stuttering on his words and almost tripping over his own tongue, painfully clumsy in his words in the same way that seemed to be so very common with the world's on residents - anxious, but rather eager to serve. (Or help, as the case may be. A puppeteer probably wouldn't or couldn't really bow to any monarchy, if only because they could more or less seize control of them in a matter of seconds.) He really did want to help, no matter what Elohim thought.

He just didn't want to lose the progress he had already made, though chances were his own inelegance would do that for him.

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  “I can refuse to start the mission before it’s even begun. I haven’t played a single save file since my first one, and I don’t know what good it does, but if they fall it wouldn’t have been by my hand. Perhaps if I started approaching the Guardians, and the alternates of you first, before the game has yet to start, I can make a change. I don’t know, I really don’t. Doing all this is ruining the preprogrammed script and actions beyond repair. There’s no guideline for me to rely on or check with anymore. 

“I can only rely on myself and guess, but if it means that I’ve managed to take at the very least the first step to atoning for my sins, the very reason I’ve returned to my screen at all, if I can stop more worlds from becoming destroyed like the one I journeyed through did, if I can save the Guardians that I know have been trying their hardest even if their methods are unorthodox at best - that’s why I’m attempting all this at all.

“Other than the fact that I honestly deserve your disdain anyway, irrelevant to the fact that perhaps I should meekly accept what you have to say, it’s because I want to redeem myself that I have started all this. I don’t want to cause the death of thousands and thousands of Elsens, like you’ve mentioned. I don’t want to tear down the Guardians that are working tirelessly to keep their Zones going. I don’t want to kill you, or your child.

“I know I can’t speak for any other with these words, but if they could be swayed, I wouldn’t want them to have to go through the same guilt that I did, and I don’t want their world’s people to suffer for their unwitting mistakes. I want to help stop the Puppeteers that know exactly what they’re doing from destroying the Zones.

“I don’t know how much you can trust me, or my words. But I do want to help you and your Guardians keep your Zones.”

The Lamenter’s voice is as sincere as he can make it, if perhaps not as reverent as one should be using when addressing a King. The player really does desperately want to redeem himself and assist in protecting the place. He’s dubious about how, exactly, he’d manage such a thing.

But the desire is still there. And that must count for something. Right?

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"That totally counts as weaponising. Do not deny it!" He pointed a jokingly accusing finger at his screen, as if Zacharie could even see his stupid gesture that for anyone watching might have happened to bring to mind a very certain spiky-haired lawyer. "And see? I knew it! Total bad guy material. You even have a cat for company, though uh I guess that would have worked better if Pablo was a black cat or something, huh."

The Lamenter halted in his playful words to contemplate what exact stereotypes he could recall about those Saturday cartoon villains he had mentioned previously, though he quickly came up with a bit of a loss. It was surprisingly hard to remember them now that he was actively trying to think of the traits he had easily spoken of before.

Why must you betray me in this way, mind of mine.

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“Ha ha! Of that, I am unsure. You seem to have a quick draw with these sorts of puns, my friend. Though, I am glad to be seeing— well, hearing— that you do seem a bit more, for lack of a better word, happy, than when you first began interacting with me. I shall take note of this, and perhaps, if necessary, use it for any future occurrences.” 

He cackled a bit more, steepling his fingers passively. “However, I must say that I am finding your company quite enjoyable.” 

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IM GLAD YOU THINK THIS WAY AND THE SAME TO YOU KIND SIR OR MAAM OR STARFISH OR WHATEVER ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE CALLED]

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"Interesting? Hahah, man, I think you got the two of us mixed up. I ain't no big deal, just some jerkoff having enough second thoughts that he switched sides in this hypothetical war we're having. That may or may not actually be hypothetical, I don't really know, I can't tell. You, on the other hard, are cool! You're like, this real ~mysterious~ player with this equally ambiguous past and a mask and like not even a stated gender. I barely know anything about you! See, that's all kinds of interestin'. Not me."

This time, the boy wasn't trying to be self-deprecating, and the tone of his voice showed it. It was just matter-of-fact, rather placid but plainly he thought exactly what he had said. To be fair, since the Lamenter knew everything about himself, he likely wouldn't have found himself intriguing anyway, which probably was something common when it came to talking about one's self. It's hard to be mysterious to yourself, barring those with amnesia, and then that's just frustrating as you struggle to remember who you are and who you used to be.

"Well, stories huh? I ain't no great shakes at actually tellin' them or anything since I was never any literary master or nothing, but I sure got plenty of them either way. And I'm pretty sure I've heard about some too, I could probably tell a bunch of tales just from all the half-remembered froth in my mind. Though I guess the endings and characters and stuff might end up muddled together and not be native to the actual content I read it from, or something. But hey, if you like listening to me say 'em, I can do that. Chatting is good too, of course. We can talk about all kinds of stuff! I don't usually see that many players at all, so I can sure dig that as well."

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“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” And there were those self-same words again, the phrase that the Lamenter would likely wear down to shreds before he ever got over his guilt. Though they had been repeated so much, the boy did mean it - he was sorry he had been complaining about all this when the other couldn’t, and it wasn’t voluntary. What right did he have to be moaning about it when at least he could hypothetically do what the could not?

At least he was still pure, no matter how much he bemoaned it and flinched at the very term. At least the game hadn’t flat-out rejected him as a glitch and an anomaly, like the other doubtlessly had suffered. And if the Corrupted’s Add-Ons were anything like his, not only would that have been like losing an extension of your limbs, but also losing your best and closest friends, barring, perhaps, your puppet. And he had done more than enough to lose the Batter.

Maybe a change of topic was in order, before he got any more down on himself without the other being able to phase his bone-deep guilt.

“Uh, anyway! I’m glad that you’re not planning on not talking to me purely because of my choice, or nothin’. You seem like a nice, caring guy. Or gal. Is guy gender-neutral? I dunno. I don’t know which you are, either, but if you don’t wanna tell me I won’t ask. I can come back and tell you some more stories and stuff, if you like. ‘Cause, I mean, you said you liked listening to me, and unless you’re just being polite or something I could do that some more. Talking, that is.” He rambled, with only the slightest touch of nervousness to his words. The boy was trying really hard to change the subject. “I mean, I’m already talking a bunch right now, but y’know. If my speaking voice is melodic enough that you like listening to it, or whatever it is about it that you enjoy, I don’t mind using it more and stuff.”

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"Well, no. I don't really have anything else to do, I usually just wander around and talk to people. Since that's pretty much what I'm doing right now, it sounds all good to me.  ... Uh, don't yell at me if the tea just goes right through my mouth onto the floor once you make it for me though, alright? I dunno if I'd be able to drink it at all, let alone taste it, like I said before and getting yelled at isn't all that fun."

The Lamenter had pretty easily noticed the way the other kept on reaching out to grasp his wrists. It was kind of hard to not when he had them right in eye-view, just like she was when she was going to do it. However, before he could relent and helpfully hold a hand out for her to latch onto like the Player seemed to want to so bad, she had already shrugged off her bag to snatch up the can of tea leaves, and then the boy promptly forgot all about what he had been about to offer to her because he was sniffing curiously at the fragrantly pleasant smell of the foliage, completely enamored by the scent itself when he had yet to even taste it.

Chances were, if he got his hands on the tea, hot or not, he was going to drain it like he was a man trying to get drunk at a party and the beverage he was ingesting was made out of pure alcohol. Or some sort of simile like that, because the sense of taste had not been one the player had really ever had the chance to indulge in, so give him the chance and he would be all over it. (Even for sugar, but that's a whole 'nother story.)

To be fair, he was there enough. He just didn’t seem to have a purely human form, considering he seemed more like a shadow than anything. However, that was only the fact that he had yet to find a perfect way to make his way into the game - in actual fact, though he wasn’t quite certain how he knew it, the Lamenter was quite positive that he had a perfectly normal form with normal hair and normal eyes and he was fairly certain he had clothing. If not, well…

Well, it’s not like it particularly mattered right now, since he was just somewhat in the game for now. The boy still wasn’t sure how he was here - summoned by the other player’s presence, maybe? - but he swiftly dismissed his confusion to answer the more easier questions the Player (really, just Player? Maybe he should find her a more specific name rather than their title or species name. Whatever they were technically termed as. Job name?) had provided him with.

“Sure, I like cats. I love ‘em. No, I finished my session. I’m not planning on doing another one, if that’s what you’re gonna follow up to ask. And I dunno if I can really drink anything, since I’m not sure how I’m technically really here right now, but we can sure try. Can’t hurt to give it a go, right?”

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"...No. Not yours." He answered truthfully. "I- I don't use my player skills at all."

Despite the power he undoubtedly wielded, the Lamenter still seemed rather timid, or at least uneasy. His voice was certainly not that of a nigh-on god's, but rather, if any comparison had to be made, appeared somewhat more along the lines of yet another Elsen, jumpy and high-strung as he stuttered his way through words. Maybe a braver Elsen, or something. He didn't sound that much like a nervous mess, after all.

But certainly not like the wrathful, violent force Hugo's mind had crafted him out to be, though the player himself was certainly just as capable of the genocide that the other's world had suffered, as evidenced by his own save file. But impressions were most everything, after all, and the player speaking to the other boy certainly did not give off the air of an evil mastermind. Maybe a coward or something, which was one nomenclature the person behind the screen would not have contested.

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“Well, uh, you certainly won’t be able to find me like that. I’m the Lamenter, and I’m a player, see. I’m not actually anywhere near you - probably light years away, or at least just in a whole ‘nother dimension. I dunno, it’s just a dark void so that’s that. I don’t know all that much about your file, so I can’t say whether or not there’s anyone else actually there, though. Just that I’m not.”

The boy was already anxiously braced for a negative outburst of some sort from the other due to the admission of what (or who) he was, though he still wouldn’t have lied about it. Tapping his knuckles together in a nervous gesture as he waited for what was more or less the other’s verdict about whether or not he was a good enough conversational partner to continue the talking, the Lamenter watched the screen with the same wariness that Hugo was exhibiting, though for different reasons.

Obviously, since it wasn’t like anyone could actually physically hurt the player.

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[man im sorry i didnt get to replies today yo i wasnt feeling so hot

but rest assured ive got 'em all in my drafts alright and ill get to them tomorrow! and if i dont i probably missed it and you should throw a dildo at the back of my head thatll get my attention plenty quick]

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"Y'know, if you keep laughin' like that and making that sorta hand gesture, you're gonna start looking like some sort of cartoon villain or something. Like, the sort with the awful corny bad guy laugh and a cape and stuff." The boy observed, rather off-topic to the actual conversation. He had just wanted to point that out to the man. "And yeah, same here. You're a pretty kickin' alternate. The best Zacharie, I might even say. Though I wouldn't, 'cause I might hurt other Zacharies' feelings. 

"Pshh. Don't start weaponising my fondness of puns, man. That ain't cool." Despite his words, the Lamenter still sounded light-hearted, like the other had noticed previously. He clearly didn't really mean it when he mentioned how it wasn't spot-on to do such a thing.

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“Aha! You are indeed excellent at these— Hugo for quite awhile, heh heh heh. Unfortunately, I am not as great- but I do believe it is the effort that counts, yes?” 

This was quite possibly one of the merchant’s favorite conversations. No one normally stopped to talk to him— even more rarely, to speak of something other than business.

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Lamenter, are you fond of anybody? You know, in THAT certain way?

y'know, i could act deliberately obtuse in reaction to that question, but since i'm a nice guy (and you directly addressed me with my name, which was incidentally nice of you), i won't.

no, not at the moment. even if i did, i probably wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyways, what with the barrier of not having physical contact with anybody.

i dunno, maybe that answer'll change later or something though. the 'yes or no' one, i mean, not the barrier problem. i guess that could change too, but-

yeah nevermind. you don't wanna listen to me ramble about that.

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"I'm sure I'm going to end up going Past-el my limit soon. I truly don't know that many. I'm in no way a Massu-ter at this. I'm simply guessing and cobbling the ones I am aware of together into my sentences to give you a Whale of a time listening to me. What puns I know Cal-vary on what the theme is, and I'm rapidly running out. Do Bear with me on this, won't you?"

All things said and done, the Lamenter, too, was having fun, even though like he said he was starting to grasp at straws for the puns. So long as he had entertained the other, though...

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Zacharie had a large grin, despite it being concealed underneathe his mask.

“Ha ha ha! I do not think I can get Enoch of these, my friend.” he quipped, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knees. Oh yes. This was definitely enjoyable for the little merchant.

“Certainly, you are very skilled in this aspect. I applaud your wit, aha.”

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"But of course! Don't Japh-ret, amigo. I Vad-ger you won't hear any better ones from anyone Elsen! And, uh, well, if you do, that's fine as well. I'm not going to be very Critical concerning how good someone is with these."

Actually, the boy wasn't sure if he could be critical with anyone about much of anything, except maybe himself. And the egotistical agreement wasn't really something the Lamenter completely believed in himself, though it certainly felt good to say it. He was glad his audience was having fun, at least, even if his silly hand gestures and bowing was lost on the masked man.

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“Aha, alright, my friend. Though, you are correct. ‘Come Backarie’ would have been an excellent Player on words.” he cackled, shedding his backpack in favor of sitting himself on the ground. This was much more to his liking as well— side-stepping business-talk was always welcome with him. It was too easy to bore him with it, and a bored merchant is not a generous merchant. He liked connecting with people.

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"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." And there were those self-same words again, the phrase that the Lamenter would likely wear down to shreds before he ever got over his guilt. Though they had been repeated so much, the boy did mean it - he was sorry he had been complaining about all this when the other couldn't, and it wasn't voluntary. What right did he have to be moaning about it when at least he could hypothetically do what the could not?

At least he was still pure, no matter how much he bemoaned it and flinched at the very term. At least the game hadn't flat-out rejected him as a glitch and an anomaly, like the other doubtlessly had suffered. And if the Corrupted's Add-Ons were anything like his, not only would that have been like losing an extension of your limbs, but also losing your best and closest friends, barring, perhaps, your puppet. And he had done more than enough to lose the Batter.

Maybe a change of topic was in order, before he got any more down on himself without the other being able to phase his bone-deep guilt.

"Uh, anyway! I'm glad that you're not planning on not talking to me purely because of my choice, or nothin'. You seem like a nice, caring guy. Or gal. Is guy gender-neutral? I dunno. I don't know which you are, either, but if you don't wanna tell me I won't ask. I can come back and tell you some more stories and stuff, if you like. 'Cause, I mean, you said you liked listening to me, and unless you're just being polite or something I could do that some more. Talking, that is." He rambled, with only the slightest touch of nervousness to his words. The boy was trying really hard to change the subject. "I mean, I'm already talking a bunch right now, but y'know. If my speaking voice is melodic enough that you like listening to it, or whatever it is about it that you enjoy, I don't mind using it more and stuff."

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“I… I guess.” The player replied doubtfully, finding the logic in what the other had said but still unable to reconcile that with himself. It made sense, it really did, and the boy could see that reasonability. But he still held that same vague sense of self-disgust, for both of the actions that had ended with him changing his title.

“But even after that, I feel like a freak. An anomaly in the works, if that’s a better term. I mean, I guess I understand that not all of us are the same - but a player who won’t play? What use am I for? It’s not even that I can’t, like you. I just don’t want to break some stupid promise. And I feel like I may or may not be on the verge of being roped into a full-on rebellion against the processes of purification, which is what all of us first do.

“I don’t regret that decision, for once. I’m working to redeem myself from the errs and false judgements I made. Though I don’t think most puppeteers would want to do what I’ve been doing, and I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t met all that many players or if I’m, I don’t know, really just the odd one out, but I get the distinct sensation that it’s my one lone self against all those other puppeteers that are either purifying or just don’t care.

“… I’m being dramatic. Not everything is about me. I’m sorry.” 

But you did tell me that you would listen to what I had to say, the Lamenter wanted to add defensively. He didn’t, though mostly only because he hadn’t been blamed for feeling this way and blocked out yet.

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"Well, uh, you certainly won't be able to find me like that. I'm the Lamenter, and I'm a player, see. I'm not actually anywhere near you - probably light years away, or at least just in a whole 'nother dimension. I dunno, it's just a dark void so that's that. I don't know all that much about your file, so I can't say whether or not there's anyone else actually there, though. Just that I'm not."

The boy was already anxiously braced for a negative outburst of some sort from the other due to the admission of what (or who) he was, though he still wouldn't have lied about it. Tapping his knuckles together in a nervous gesture as he waited for what was more or less the other's verdict about whether or not he was a good enough conversational partner to continue the talking, the Lamenter watched the screen with the same wariness that Hugo was exhibiting, though for different reasons.

Obviously, since it wasn't like anyone could actually physically hurt the player.

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“No, no, put that thing down. You could hurt someone with that, and this might sound a little poncey or arrogant but uh, it wouldn’t be me. I don’t want to fight either, anyway, even if I could so you can just… You know. Take a break. Since you’re already coughing and all.”

The player was quite honestly a little concerned by that little fit the other had suffered. He certainly didn’t want the other boy to keel over and die while he was trying to converse with him, and especially if Hugo was as jumpy as an Elsen and he was going to end up giving him a heart attack with his impromptu appearance, which it certainly was starting to look like would be what happened, given how startled the Batter’s son had been from his obviously timid-sounding greeting.

That Add-On he had might silently get peeved at the Lamenter or something as well, though he wasn’t sure how much the other’s assistant glowing… Thing had in the way of sentience and thoughts. He still didn’t want to hypothetically piss it off though.

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"Well, so long as you don't give me any Flackerie for missing it. It would be for all the Batter if you didn't Judge me for accidentally letting the chance slip away, De-don't you think?"

He was snickering a little as well as he spoke, clearly as amused as the merchant with the current conversation. This Zacharie was already well on his way to becoming one of his favourites just because of his appreciation for the fine craftsmanship required for punning.

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The little man couldn’t help but laugh at that as well. “Goodness— ha ha ha! A play on my name? I can honestly say I did not foresee that as an event to happen, but it was very much to my amusement, aha. Anyway, back to the topic at hand, I would consider that to be an adequate surmise, since, after all, the general idea of “day” is when one is active.”

He shrugged before continuing, hands lazily grasping the straps of his backpack. “As for being the only merchant in the vicinity, I believe it is possible to give me more— for lack of a better term— credit, since I have a monopoly of the marketing aspect within all of these regions. However, your insistence on me being a good peddler is duly noted and very much appreciated.”

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To be fair, he was there enough. He just didn't seem to have a purely human form, considering he seemed more like a shadow than anything. However, that was only the fact that he had yet to find a perfect way to make his way into the game - in actual fact, though he wasn't quite certain how he knew it, the Lamenter was quite positive that he had a perfectly normal form with normal hair and normal eyes and he was fairly certain he had clothing. If not, well...

Well, it's not like it particularly mattered right now, since he was just somewhat in the game for now. The boy still wasn't sure how he was here - summoned by the other player's presence, maybe? - but he swiftly dismissed his confusion to answer the more easier questions the Player (really, just Player? Maybe he should find her a more specific name rather than their title or species name. Whatever they were technically termed as. Job name?) had provided him with.

"Sure, I like cats. I love 'em. No, I finished my session. I'm not planning on doing another one, if that's what you're gonna follow up to ask. And I dunno if I can really drink anything, since I'm not sure how I'm technically really here right now, but we can sure try. Can't hurt to give it a go, right?"

The boy beamed right back, really just as cheerful as she was. Fitting to his title wasn’t something he always did, since of course he was more than a constant Debbie Downer. Or whatever that name was, he didn’t even know where it came from. So long as he understood what he had been saying, it didn’t matter.

What did matter was that there was another player to meet, and she was acting nice. He hadn’t been greeted like that in a while, so it was with just as happy a grin (though she likely couldn’t see that, considering he usually just looked like a silhouette) that he waved back.

“Hi! Sure, we can be friends. No worries. I’m the Lamenter - do you have a name too?”