Mixer with Mixers

[ginger_firebird]

Nothing, and Mantis will attest to the fact, absolutely nothing in the multiverse ever makes life feel so much better as a bit of alcohol to get the blocked-up words flowing. He’s chilling on a stool at one of the local bars in the Nexus, merrily watching people he’s met congregate like a bunch of cats ready to caterwaul into the wee hours of the night. From an outsider perspective, the gathered crowd of friends and acquaintances must surely say something about who he is as a person and the kind of people hegets along with, but such is not the topic of the night. Nay, this is a wake of a different kind to toast the demise of a she-devil that they’ve all either fought or heard of enough to have strong opinions about. Shots abound, ye merry fellowship, for the witch is dead.

Mantis is sitting with Francour cuddled up in a scarf. The needy little espurr absolutely suffers without a continued assurance that Mantis will always be around, and curious eyes scan the crowd as he gets idle scritches from his progressively drunk human.

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[ginger_firebird]

"I can come over for the company. Yaga and Francour need more socializing, too." He's not too ashamed to admit that he's in desperate need for talkijg to people as well, robot or otherwise.

Mantis goes quiet for a few seconds and nods. "There might be something I can do for him. I can make clothes. If I get his measurements, he can get all kinds of customized clothing for his preferences. Except for shoes, of course. Those are a different kind of specialization."

[soundwave_ascendant]

"You can come over whether you do anything like that or not, though," says Soundwave. "You know. We're not Functionists. You don't have to be useful to us to be friends. If you want to give him presents, you should talk to his father...that's Glit. But you don't have to. You can just come over and be friends."