Seir

Yay! A willing audience…!? Seir could’ve just played his song and count his blessings nobody tried to beat him up afterwards. But no, he had to make it weird by making eyes at Perseus throughout.

If Percy noticed, they sure didn't seem to mind, bobbing along to the music. They seemed to be enjoying it, but of course it was artificial enjoyment, simply programmed into them to simulate happiness at the sight of Earth's culture.

“Did you like that!?” Seir excitedly asks, at the end of his performance.

“You forgot to bring somebody who asked!” Seir huffed.

“I was going to let you have some! But you’re just a mean, uncaring dunce!”

“Boo hoo” Seir glares and sticks his tongue out, maliciously.

Seir’s too shocked to have any reaction besides glaring at Eightbit’s audacity. How dare!? What the hell!

Eight makes a smore, without moving, and starts cooking a second marshmallow "want one?"

“No!” Seir scowls, “What is wrong with you!? Without my permission!?”

“Perseus, do you understand music?” Seir asked, genuinely. “Can *you* make music?”

"I wasn't given the ability to truly appreciate music, but I can still bring up its objective qualities! You are extraordinarily competent, Seiry!" Percy beamed. "And it sounds lovely!"

“You’re kind.” He smiled in friendly manner. The AI might not be able to enjoy music the way he does, but that didn’t take away from Seir’s own enjoyment.

"Probably not? I'm taking all his petals away, can't imagine he'd be into that." Seir blinked.

Percy giggled. "No, silly, the man you're thinking about!"

Seir cast Perseus a side-eye, a suspicious and judging one. "Percy," Seir scolded them firmly. "I'm trying to find out whether I can sense the flower's torment"

The promise of an explosion got Seir's attention immediately. He sat up, "Prismatic..." he noted, and then began to look around himself for a flower matching that description.

Well… Seir did eventually come across the aforementioned flower. Yet now that he was admiring it up close? He started having doubts that it was a good idea to mess with it. Who knows what crazy magical properties it may have, and what disastruous effects it— Nevermind, he just plucked it!

Seir thought about it for a second or two, "Huh, I'd never looked at it that way..." but doesn't that take away the purpose? He looked at him and wondered. "...And what do *you* want?"

He... hadn't thought about it from that perspective. But, then he began to overthink again "No, I'm pretty sure he was making fun of me."

"Wish-wash! Then he will be losing out! What stallion wouldn't want ah attractive demon like yahself?" She didn't even know his preference, that was mostly luck... And laziness.

To that, Seir grimaced. Well, at least he was no longer sad. Now he was just... uncomfortable. "Phoenix, I don't really want to have this conversation... It's getting weird."

He tilted his head and frowned slightly "It's alright boss" He said softly "I've uh... I've been there" He'd leave it at that and take a step back "we could grab lunch or something. If you want some company" He offered with a slight smile "I've been good, I can't complain"

Seir’s expression softened a little, “lunch? Yeah… why not.” Finally, a bit of a smile! “I’d like to hear about it, Damean. All the things you saw around the world.” He sighed, only this time he seemed relieved rather than miserable. “It must have been fun”

Seir blinked twice, "Oh. Yeah, just like that!"

Percy went back to their usual appearance and beamed. "Hooray!"

"My turn!" Seir copied them.