“You look nice.”

“Thanks,” says the zombie “Did you notice-”

“That you put a bow tie on the ribeon? Yes. I sure did. Nice of you to wear a low cut top so the bird can show off, too.”

“Hello, lovely,” says the star child “How are you today?”

“Tired,” murmurs the being of the void “as always. But i’d prefer not to sleep and waste a single moment with you.”

That’s gay. Star child, did you hear that? That was so soppy. Star child, I’m trying to talk to you. Beings of the void aren’t supposed to be sweet, ew. I think I’m getting cavities.