Oh. No, I just don't think you do.
[ Vee frowns, an antennae twitching. She can tell Sprout isn't doing the best— even if she didn't hear the argument the other night. ]
Your job is to be mostly everyone's favorite berry. You're going to have to go back up there, —
Who cares? Let them gossip. I just. . .
[ He runs his hands over his face, smoothing back his leaves with a groan. ]
I’m not going anywhere. I hate my bed. And I hate my TV, and all of my stupid shows, and I literally hate everyone on our floor!
I might as well stay here, +
You know where would be a better place to sleep? Your bed.
[ A lick of humor; it’d be less monotone if she could manage. However, being.. closest to a robot as she can be, she’s bad at tones, and thus, that’s what you get. ]
You’ve been sitting here all day. Toons have —
[ Sprout stirs, blinking at her and stretching from where he’s been hunched over at the counter. ]
Nooo, [ he swats her hand away, a pathetic attempt to get her to leave him alone. ] I’m sleepin’.
[ walking up to @thesproutseedly, robotic footsteps present but still quiet. she places a mechanical hand on his shoulder, lightly shaking him to wake him up. ]
Hey, Seedly. Time to get up.