[ Yesod is still one of the few he's struggled to get a read on… A machine, he'd said—and yet, that's not what Elysium fixates on. Perhaps this curiosity stems from a fondness for his mechanical coworkers back at home—ones, who, despite not having cloaked or remotely humanoid bodies, were lively conversationalists and had bright personalities to call their own. Whichever happens to be the case, Elysium isn't thinking about it that deeply. ]

You could say that. But it doesn't have to be all lively all the time. Just as I want to get to know you better, I'm sure there are others that feel the same.

[ There's the implication that even this quieter, non-bombastic affair isn't so conducive to that. When Yesod opts to move in closer, Elysium elects to slide in next to him, stretching his limbs out to their full length before he settles with a contented sigh. Truthfully? He is a little tired. He's super tired. But, he is someone who has never learned and has refused to learn how to come to a complete stop unless external forces are involved, and so, here he is. ]

Is there anything you enjoy? [ a sidelong glance, ] Or do I need to go through the hoops of truth or dare with you too?

[ look, after yesod had messaged him for that one ad? he's been attached. ]