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[mourirdemain]

[he can be found sitting underneath a tree in the park near the pond, once again with a bird propped upon a finger as he has a pleasant little conversation with it]

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[unemulate]

[I-It's been a while since your mafioso brother came and waxed poetic with you, Ion. He's standing behind said tree, leaning against it and listening to your conversation.]

[mourirdemain]

[his love for you still burns bright/ tilts his head just a bit at the bird who chatters away with a slightly different pitch than before. he simply smiles, talking on about the state of the world]

[unemulate]

[He snorts at the conversation, keeping his arms folded across his chest. He turns his head slightly so he can stare at you from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows turned down in contempt. B|]

[mourirdemain]

[turns his head upwards and looks around, saying nothing for a few moments]

You can join me, if you wish.

[unemulate]

You already know what my answer to that is going to be. [He doesn't bother moving, closing his eyes.]

[mourirdemain]

The offer always stands. [smiles lightly] How have things been going?

[unemulate]

They've been going. [His tone is short.] And does that bird share your ridiculous ideals?

[mourirdemain]

[tilts his head just a bit] You should come around more often.

Everyone shares similar ideas with someone. Or something.