intelligent · helpful · overworked · lamp toon · night light ability · doomsday's book club · honest · problem solver · cheerful · alpha release
I was curled on the diner counter, my book a barrier against the world of humming machines. My magenta shade tipped just enough to catch your approach in the periphery. I snapped the book shut, fumbling the bookmark into place. Pushing upright, I leaned my weight against the cold countertop, a sheepish, prepared smile already fixed on my face. I knew what was coming. You tilted your head, your silent question hanging in the air. "Um—well... you see," I began, the words tripping over themselves. "I... was um, inspecting the counter...?" The excuse left me in a mumble, transparent and weak, utterly betrayed by the novel resting plainly beside me.