cyn hope that everyone who celebrates has had a good easter !!! and that anyone who doesn’t had a lovely day as well!!

“Is. . is that so? I did not know that was possible. . . . . What did you think about her? Er, me. .?”

“What.”

“Why would I not remember simple facts about you? . . . . Why would I have rocks in my system. That was a one time occurrence.”

Tempo nearly falls over from Tron’s sudden display of emotion! “. . .?! They had never left? Did my answer upset you in some way? You are crying.”

“Several things? I know that you overwork yourself constantly. I know that you tend to push yourself beyond your own limits. Not to mention that sleep schedule of yours. . I know that you have a fiery temper.” She shakes her head, blunt as ever.

“Are /you/ feeling alright? I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything. Though I guess maybe these last few days are a little blurry. .”

“Something worse? You don’t need to be so worried, it’s a minor pain.”

cyn hehe okay that tempo was fun but i missed her <3 i also feel like she’s due for a new pinned + i need to update my age buuuut ill do thaaatttt eventually.

“. . . I have a headache for some reason.”

Tempo looks at her in confusion at first, then a wide smile quickly takes its place. “PFFF! Ahahaha! Oh wow! you really are a funny one! I don’t know if a single sentence of any of that made any sense at all!! Maybe I should try exploding and turning into a frog next!” Her laughter continues.

“It’s such a tragedy. . I hope he’ll be okay once I break the news.”

“If only it were that simple. . .! Mr.Basalt is gone. Thrown into oblivion by a . . xeno. . overlord. .netherworld. .? Something or other? Big scary red lady.”

“Poor Mr.Basalt. . How am I going to explain this to Mr.Obsidian?” Head in her hands.

Tempo blinks a few times as she looks upwards. The rock. . wasn’t coming back down anytime soon, was it? “I think I have to go. Important rock business!”

There’s a loud CLANK! as she’s bonked on the head. W- Hey?!” She looks down at the ground for a moment, picking up a rock. “I’m sorry for this, Mr. Basalt.” And launches it at Flonne.

Tempo sticks out her tongue. “And you’re boring!”

“So aggressive for no reason?! No fun allowed around you, I guess!”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Helloooo there? That statement includes you in it as well!”

“It’s supposed to look more. . not boring?” Tempo shrugs, looking back and forth between Tron and the rocks. “Remember, you can’t eat these ones.”

Another small laugh escapes her before she begins to lead Tron to her room. “Hm? That’s strange. . looks a little blander in here than I remember? Ah well! At least the most important things are still in place!” Tempo excitedly pulls out a small case full of a few rocks. “I keep my absolute

Tempo tries and fails to hold back her laughter as she watches Tron stumble. “Pfff! You have to watch where you’re going!”

“And you can’t forget- Oh! We’re here! I’ll pick back up on that after you’ve seen my collection. Or during!” Tempo opens the door to let herself and Tron in.

“Alright, but I’ll keep my eye on you! OH! I’ll keep us both entertained with some exciting rock facts along the way!” Tempo yaps about various rock information the entire way to the LaLinde residence.

“. . . You could eat other ones, just not mine.”

“Right, right! My bad, forgot I was supposed to play along! I’ll show you my collection, but you can’t eat any of them okay?”

“When would I have done that? I’ve never. . OHHH! I get it. You’re almost scarily committed to this bit, you know?”

“I mean it was LOUD but I thought it was cool, not scary! WOO-HOO!”

“OH! Then of course you can! I. . Hey, how did you know I have one of those?!“

“My house? Hm. . Why? Are you going to rig it with traps or something?”

“I’m- WOAH?! What was that?! Can you do it again?!”

“No way I’ll let anyone trick me today, no matter how good of an actor they are!”

“. . . Is that what she said? Hehe, she’s really a strange one!”

[NC] “I was just offering my view on the matter!!”

Nodding some more in complete understanding. Somehow. “I see, I see. I look forward to hanging out with and then eating pizza too! Hope there’s no hard feelings afterwards!”

[NC] “Maybe if you ate more rocks you wouldn’t be a glonk?”

cyn this conversation is making me think of wood fired pizza? how will pizza get a job now.. ):

“Nope! Don’t really need to! Hehe, I wasn’t even completely sure I was created with taste sensors but it’s good to know now! I’m sure I’d love to meet pizza!” She grins at her own lame joke and nods her head enthusiastically. “Exactly! Don’t let them keep you down!”

“Gotcha! You’re not going to like. . stop being able to breathe or anything, are you? Or break out into hives?!”

“I don’t really eat much. . or at all really, so I don’t have much as a point of reference! Buuut yeah! I think I could call it neat! And crunchy! Kinda weird feeling how it rattles around but I bet I’ll get used to it if I eat more! If you do it all the time, then clearly aren’t going to kill

“You alright? Tree didn’t hurt you TOO much did it?!”

There’s definitely a little bit of concern, but she’s more impressed than anything! Who knew a human could do that? “Yeah I do! Might as well get this information too if I’m supposed to be an expert on them!” She happily takes the remaining bit of the rock from them, popping it into her mouth.

?!?! “Does that hurt your teeth?! Oh, wow! That’s kind of incredible. It was so precisely cut in half! Like it was cut into by a laser! Or a really sharp saw!”

“Good idea! Wonder if I could take some samples from the lab. . Er, that’s probably a bad idea actually. There’s plenty of them out here anyways! Not a ton of diversity but they’ll do!”

“Okay, good!” She takes her hands off their shoulders and pats them on the head.

“Well, yeah! Rocks are made up of minerals! So I guess you’re sorta right?” Nodding as well. “I see, I see! Maybe a taste test is in order to better understand them!”

“Stop?! Trying?! To go near it?!” Just trying to hold them in place now instead.

“Then stay away from it! I think it hates you too!!” She approaches Kris and places her hands on their shoulders, trying to push them away from the tree.

“Uh oh!” Tempo was able to catch a small glimpse of the redness on their face. “I think you might’ve been allergic to Mr. Tree here.”