"Woe. If only a kind soul would see our plight, then surely, we would be freed from this prison." Their tone reflects his own impeccably; practically dry enough to cut grass.

But they don't... mind, this. Sitting with Tim. The problem is in knowing what to say; how to venture forth a topic when how are you and nice weather today don't really exist in Chara's repertoire. The silence, at least, is comfortable enough.

For a while.

"So, what inspired this?"