[One of those open posts.]

[godsayshi]

*for once, he has no tea or cookies -- though he is in the kitchen, because that's where he goes*

*he's just perched on the counter, in one of those moods that's not melancholy but is certainly more subdued than his usual state of perpetual cheer, and he's absorbed rather completely in watching the floor, but he'd definitely welcome company*

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[three_smiles]

*^____^ heeeere'scompany!* *Michael wanders into the kitchen, in his usual wandering state, and pauses when he sees Meta. although he doesn't smile or change the expression in his blank eyes in any way, something about him brightens* Hello.

[godsayshi]

*glances up, then smiles, because he's always going to smile when he sees someone he has no reason to dislike* Oh, hello.

[three_smiles]

*and Michael is trying to be polite and remember some of the things Rosencrantz told him--that you should ask people how they are (no one would normally ask anything like that in Heaven, because nobody has a state other than sublime, nobody would know how they were), that you should be a good friend (even if you really don't know what friend means)* How are you?

Typist: *waves hands* You saw that not.

[godsayshi]

*hesitates a moment, then -- that's another, slightly more genuine (though most of his smiles are genuine anyway) smile* I'm quite well, really. And how are you -- ? *tilts his head, studying him absently*

Typist: Saw what? <3

[three_smiles]

I think I am well. *--if Michael could smile hopefully and make 'remember me?' faces, Michael would. >_> as it is, he just watches Meta blankly*

[godsayshi]

*we're sorry, Michael XD* *...faint frown* You only think you're well?

[three_smiles]

I do not know. I do not feel whether I am well.

[godsayshi]

*and said frown will deepen slightly* You don't -- feel? At all?

[three_smiles]

*shakes his head, perfectly unbothered by that*

[godsayshi]

...nothing at all? Doesn't that hurt?

[three_smiles]

I hurt if I am wounded. *hurt in an emotional sense is a totally abstract and alien thought! :D* I am able to feel things which touch me.

[godsayshi]

No, that's not... what I meant. *sighs*

[three_smiles]

Do you remember me, Metatron?

[godsayshi]

*a bit startled* ...Ought I?

[three_smiles]

I am Michael.

[godsayshi]

Yes, but there are a lot of -- *looks at him intently for a moment, then shakes his head helplessly*