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[hypersomnic]

We are now officially in Winter's midst and that means I will wear as many sweaters as I wish, thank you very much.

December, be kind.

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[unlovesick]

There is a [ limit ]
on sweaters ?

I had not been previously aware.
The limit, one would imagine,
should be (only) when one is warm
- should it not?

[hypersomnic]

Apparently? Though I would much rather be wearing "too many" sweaters than one of those terrible jackets that crinkle and make all kinds of noise.

A coworker counted my sweaters this morning. It seems five is considered excessive.

[unlovesick]

Oh! Yes.
They are rather dreadful. And loud.
But blankets | d  r   a    g | when you try to bring them outside.
Which is messy
& discouraging.

And five is such a small number.
I think you look soft.

[hypersomnic]

Extremely so. (Messy and discouraging, that is.) And at times quite unmanageable.

I can be content with being a matryoshka doll in sweaters if it means I can be soft.
Perhaps you could touch test my winter wardrobe? Losing such a quality as softness would be a shame.

[unlovesick]

I have tripped a fair amount,
I will admit.

You should be content to be
whatever should suit you most.
I think.
Could I?
You would not mind?

[hypersomnic]

Oh, I do wish you would be more careful. You are too sweet a thing for bruises.

Not at all.
I would not suggest it if I minded.
I highly value your opinion.

[unlovesick]

It is all right.
I do not mind the colors overly much
and it is strange how mortal bodies become sore in such small spaces.

Oh.
I suppose that is only logical.
Though you could merely be exercising good manners.
It was a possibility.

[hypersomnic]

I - Yes. Yes, I see. Quite strange.

It... would be something of an odd request to make to anyone else, I think.
I do not particularly want anyone else touching all my things.
An exception, really.

[unlovesick]

I have never been blue before
or green or even yellow.
& I do not recall ever feeling such small pains.

I - Oh! Well, yes. Quite possibly.
I would prefer to be the one on this side of your requests.
I do not think that I would enjoy it if someone else should wish to be in my place.
Which does not make me seem in possession of good manners, myself
but I do not precisely mind.
Again : Am I supposed to say
those sort of things aloud?

[hypersomnic]

A first time for all things.
It is surprisingly easy to forget about things like bruises when you are used to wings and never falling.

I cannot really imagine anyone else wishing to be in such a place. (It seems highly unlikely.)
I am also not sure if this counts as aloud, but. I am willing to take a trip.
And these sorts of things could be aloud.

[unlovesick]

It is different.
We are different. Just slightly.
And if you may say it, I may say it : You are too sweet a thing for bruises.
(But such a fine thing for wings.)

Oh, and I could imagine lines.
But I would, I think
be quite amenable to
saying so out loud.

[hypersomnic]

I have never felt particularly sweet or fine, but neither am I well-versed in these things.
You are a darling flatterer; I suppose it does me no good to argue against you.

Oh, but you could imagine most unimaginable things, given time.

In ten, then.

[unlovesick]

Perhaps you are merely too close - too sweet, too fine - to take quite enough notice.

Darling?
Oh.
You could argue, I suppose
but I do not imagine that you would win.Then I shall wait
very eagerly.