013 - a mixed bag

[bass_on_fire]

Always wondered what the deal was with these days. I mean, we have... dozens of different curses popping up over two days. Normally, everyone's got the same curse. Then we got these asshole days where there's no way to prepare. When I considered doing the radio thing, warning people about the curses, helping them with how to cope -- you know, if

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[favoritetraitor]

What's a gig?

[bass_on_fire]

A gig? Like, a music show.

[favoritetraitor]

Um... I like music. Is pretty, oui.

[bass_on_fire]

Usually! What kind of music do you like?

[favoritetraitor]

Maman... an' Maman 'Mishka, an' Maman Diva an' Maman Saya sing pretty songs to me.

I loves them.

[bass_on_fire]

Well, then, a gig is kind of like when someone like them sings to you. Except it's to a whole lot of people.

Though, you're lucky. Not a lot of people get to be a one-person audience.

[favoritetraitor]

Oh... Maman Saya is my only maman now. I don' know where my other mamans are...

[bass_on_fire]

People sometimes go away for a time when they're here in the City. They usually come back, though, far as I can tell.

[favoritetraitor]

Maman Diva doesn' want me anymore....

[bass_on_fire]

Well, that doesn't sound right. You seem like a sweet kid.

[favoritetraitor]

I try to be good... I jus' wanna be with Maman Saya.

[bass_on_fire]

Well, anyone who doesn't want you doesn't deserve you.

[favoritetraitor]

.....

[This takes some processing for the 3 year old, but he starts to fidget with the edge of his shirt.]

I wanna be good for Maman Saya... don' wanna be 'lone. Maman Saya is special.

[bass_on_fire]

Then tell her that. No better way to express it, right?

[favoritetraitor]

[His little brow furrows and he nibbles on his lip as he considers that option. It was scary but maybe the lady was right.]

... uh-huh... I guess...

[bass_on_fire]

I mean it. If you appreciate someone, let them know. It can be a little hard, but it's worth it.