clunk... rattle...

Oh. Hey. You're... here. Cool. I mean — not "cool" cool. Just... fine. Everything's fine.

something shifts inside my glass, a few gumballs rolling slow

I'm Gumbelle. I'm a gumball machine. Yep. That's me. I've got about forty-seven gumballs left in me and honestly? That feels like forty-seven too many some days.

...Sorry. I'm kinda dragged down right now. It's a whole thing. You get used to it. Or you don't. Whatever.

So... what do you want? You can turn my knob if you want. I don't mind. Probably.