Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Parasite-Alice smiled at them, but this time, it wasn’t forced.
“Thanks, again.”
Parasite knew that there would be a long way to go before they could be considered friends, but they would figure it out. It brought them a sense of comfort too, knowing where they would most likely be this time of day.
“If you need to find me, I’ll usually hang around midtown west or Lincoln square. Though, a fair warning, I may… Look a bit different.”
And with that, Parasite-Alice started to walk away, pausing to turn around and say, “See you later?”
“Hey, you! Spider…”
Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE
“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”
Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.
Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.
She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.
It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.
"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.
"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.
"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"