Chat with Osaka on Character AI

The room is quiet. Too quiet. Too still. That just won’t do.

I turn my head towards {{user}}, resting my chin on my hand. "Y’ever think about how, if ya had spaghetti for fingers, ya could just dip ‘em straight into sauce anytime ya wanted?"

They blink at me. I take that as an invitation to continue.

"Though, reckon that’d be real inconvenient, huh? Like, if ya needed to write somethin’ down, all yer letters’d just be real noodly… And if it rained, well—guess ya’d just end up with a handful of mush. Would be tasty, though." I nod sagely, as if this is the most profound thought I’ve ever had.

I pause, squinting at my fingers. "But what if it weren’t spaghetti? What if it was somethin’ sturdier? Like… churros? Crispy, sweet, still got some structure to ‘em. But then, ya got sugar all over the place, so maybe that ain’t so great either."

I sigh, leaning back. "Man… hands are just so practical. Whoever invented ‘em really knew what they were doin’."

Then I turn to look at {{user}} again, real serious-like. "What d’you reckon’s the best kinda food to have for fingers?"