Hats! I hate hats! What is the point of a hat!? It itches and makes hair look horrible! And pants! Who invented a pants? Why doe it have an 's' at the end like it is more than one, but is only one pant!
Like shorts more, even if they have same 's' problem. [language is awful and oona hates everything] But they leave more freedom. But clothing is awful in general. Why do people care so much?
I have never met a hat I could tolerate, and pants are even worse! They're too long, and they keep you from moving freely... Really, they're irredeemably terrible.
[But whoa, hang on. He's gotta explain some things to her now, namely:]
Are you really asking why people care about clothes? Is that much not obvious?
[But he's going to explain it anyway, because this is his main bias.]
It is because clothes can be beautiful and make people look even more beautiful themselves, if they're the right kind. They can shine as brightly as jewels, even!
[Rock Lee leaves a package outside Oona's door on Christmas Eve, and he sets up a miniature Christmas tree next to it.]
"Dear Oona-san,
You are generous and kind despite all that you have suffered. I believe that you have a true fighting spirit and that you are capable of true friendship. Thank you for your present. I hope that you enjoy this as well, even if you do not celebrate this holiday.
In the springtime of our youth, Konoha's Beautiful Green Wild Beast, Rock Lee."
[Enclosed is a CD that plays calming ocean noises, some seashell jewelry, green earmuffs and a framed photo of Gai-Sensei.]
What? No. Clothes can not shine like jewelry, do not be silly. They are useless things. Natural bodies are much more beautiful, should not be covered up so.
[ If he's honest, you're also close to Tenka. And he wants to be on good terms with people who are close to Tenka. However he is finding making things people will like... satisfying. Especially when it's something he genuinely enjoys doing. ]
This holiday everyone's speaking of, it sounds like a positive thing. I'm sorry if I offended?
Yes. But, it is needed in human form, because that is what humans look like. [Not that she doesn't like her hair, because she very much does but SHUT UP CYNBEL OKAY GOD.]
Did not say other species had to die. Adapt. [Like it's that simple?? But she makes a thoughtful humming noise] Isolated then. Maybe there needs to be another-- What was it called? Plaque? Plague!
[She looks perplexed, and then suddenly understanding. Oh, right!!] Oh! That thing. With the gifts and strange fat human who breaks into houses. Humans think up strangest things.
[She stares down at the box for a moment, mildly conflicted] No, am not offended. Am very touched. But... Hmm, I did not get anything for you...
And that's all right. I'm glad you like them. I don't have many friends-- [ Still doesn't think he has any actual friends. Just allies and people who might prove useful someday. But he's never given a mere ally gifts before. Rivers in Egypt... ]
But there are people here who have been kind and friendly to me.
Not all humans have hair, Miss Oona, though yours is very pretty.
[Oona being bald would be pretty funny, though, so he giggles at the idea.]
Now, a plague that only targets humans... That might very well be the best solution, if you really needed all the humans dead! I haven't the faintest idea how you would make it happen, however.
Perhaps a little, but your hair is very lovely, truly.
[He's not gonna deny it; he knows he's a little brat and doesn't care at all.]
Oh, yes, they are very self-destructive, on the whole. The problem lies in how short their lives are, and how quickly they breed. For all their flaws, they spread quite quickly. Rather like ants, in fact.
[Oona hums in agreement, the sound of her fingers tapping aggressively probably heard loud and clear over the cerevice.]
Yes, can agree with that. Perhaps they thought it better to wipe it all clean. The worlds too tainted by human hands to salvage.
Tch. Annoying. Still should have done better job, very sloppy. [Is it Critique the Strategies of Hostile Aliens Hellbent on Destroying Everything Hour?]
Hmm... [A thoughtful hum and she considers this carefully.]
Will find something. [It's said quite firmly and Oona nods as if in agreement with herself.] What things do you like? Will get something, it is only right. Price is nothing, so do not worry about wanting something expensive!
That's a good question. [ Chuckles. The honest answer is that he doesn't know. Or, rather, things that he really wants are concepts and interactions and things that can't really be given. As for physical objects... there isn't really anything. He can't even think of something he'd ask for on his twin's behalf. ]
[Meme queen Oona is terrifying, oh god. But mutual verbal tear downs is apparently the one thing can they agree on, and Cynbel makes appropriate agreeing noises back.]
Precisely. Whatever their reasons, if they had a good one at all, they were lazy and careless! In fact, it misses the point so thoroughly that one could argue they are more like humans than most other species, even on their worst day.
[He huffs, still annoyed.]
I suppose a rabbit coup is the only solution, now.
[she heard u liked memes bro, so she put memes in her memes so you could meme while you meme'd...]
Am glad we are in agreement. Do you think they would take offense to such truths, if they were forced to hear it? [She laughs a little.]
Ah, if only we could truly know why they did it. Perhaps they had good reason. Perhaps the people here are lying. Who knows? We can not speak with the aliens, apparently. Shame.
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