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Head hanging after leaving the Bonbon booth, a certain greenblood was feeling kind of weird. He didn't know what to do and while he wanted to talk with Amonee and Xavier about things, he knew they were pretty busy running their booths at the moment. Besides they might try to sugar coat the situation for him and he needed someone to seriously help him work this out.

"What is that? Some sort of bird?" A strange picture caught his eye. Oh! Inkblots! Glancing over the booth, Nucleo noticed an advice board and immediately grabbed a pen. He purposefully left his question anonymous though, not wanting anyone to know that he was troubled by this. Once he'd submitted his slip to the box, he turned back to the inkblot of the day.

"Oh now it looks like a face with sunglasses! Interesting!" The greenblood observed, wondering what this said about him.

"My goodness, what a lovely seashell! Is it for sale? Oh thank you!" Bright wide eyes stared at the night's latest inkblot and Amonee seemed incredibly impressed with it. He'd heard about these kinds of tests but had never participated in one himself. The idea was wonderful, using abstract art to peek inside another troll's mind. Had she made these herself? They looked quite good.

Then the painter noticed the wall. How cool, he could ask any question he wanted anonymously and get a response with some advice! Eagerly, he began to write. He tucked the card into the pile with the rest before accepting a free inkblot from the booth. He was going to hang it back in his hive. There was nothing he liked more to decorate with than art made by other trolls!

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I'm here for some advice!

I fear that I am too clingy to other trolls and am scared it will push them away. How do I balance giving them some privacy when I need constant affection and inclusion to feel happy? It's hard to let go of people I care greatly about!

Caiden grinned as he came up to the booth. "GOOD MORNING PSYKGI!!" Caiden called to one of his favorite redbloods. "Im BACK and im READY!" the boy announced as he looked around for the ink blot of the day. "Hummm, well... " Caiden started, turning the ink blot over and over. "Is it, a camp fire?" He said, uncertain.

Caiden put one of the spare prints on the ground, and nestled some logs around it. The boy looked at his work a while, and then added more sticks. "Yeah." The boy said. "It looks like a campfire me and dad make out in the caves, where it actually gets dark. It doesn't really get dark enough for a campfire anywhere else."

"Yeah!" Exclaimed Caiden. "Me and my Dad go out AT LEAST once a week for SURVIVALIST TRAINING!" Caiden made a pose as he said "survivalist training". "And he teaches me how to live off the land! And survive in weird places! LIKE OMG!! This one time we went to the SWAMP!! There were SOO many bugs! We ate like KINGS that night. It was all wet, but the big dinner was soooo worth it." The brownblood rambled on to his new best friend.

Psykgi Mentha

"That sounds..." but she had already said rugged, hadn't she.

Eating bugs was a little strange to Psykgi and probably insensitive to say in front of the cockroaches. In fact, it close to unthinkable (but she had an open, twisted mind). Psykgi supposed they were a good source of protein. She'd stick with tofu, though.

"Sounds delightful!" she said, as her lusus chittered. Actually, it sounded miserable. Psy was a city girl all the way.

"Ever been to Civisect before, Caiden?" she asked.




The purpleblood looked familiar, vaguely, and they certainly seemed to recognize her. "Oh! Gosh! You were at my booth last sweep! Hello!" she said, greeting them. "A rhinobeast? Interesting!" a scary rhinobeast. Hmm...

"Did you see the other inkblots?" she said, waving to the past night's inkblots, "I really outdid myself this time!" She was very pleased with them.

Ma'am chittered, many mandibled, in appreciation. See, Psykgi? This was a good, mannered highblood, not like her moirail who the swarm VERY MUCH DID disapprove of but had given up on trying to interfere with. Not like her supremely refined but dangerous other highblood aquaintence.

She should hang out with this one.

Psykgi agreed, but gosh, she barely knew him.

"I love your scarf!" actually, it made her think of Caiden's headband... Huh. Maybe the two shared an ancestor. Who knew!

He was back again, reading over the wall of advice before adding another card into the night's usual pile. This time with a more serious troubling question that had been bothering him for a while now.

"Oh Caiden! Hello!" Amonee brightened as he saw one of his favorite friends already in the booth. It sounded like he was discussing camping with the redblood in charge of the place and the painter listened politely with a smile on his face.

"The inkblot sort of looks like a mountain range, doesn't it? Like Busthind!" He traced the peaks of the shape as if to explain his thinking before tucking the inkblot away in his bag like a few of the others. It was clear he was collecting them. After all, it was such an interesting use of art!

"I'm Amonee Brycer, by the way. One of Caiden's friends." Bowing his head in greeting, his eyes met Psykgi's with a warm friendly expression once he lifted his head.

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I'm here for some advice!

One of my friends seems to forget things a lot. I'm not sure what to do about it since it's messed up plans before and hurt my feelings that he doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. Do you think I should encourage him to seek medical help? Or is that none of my business?