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[bootme]

Well, I rather suppose that, in retrospect, I shouldn't have even asked.

I mean, it's not as though I'm surprised, really...

...You all know that this is the best way to make sure you never get rid of me, right?

It's not really as though I care, you know. I don't need any of this.

Well, scene shift, page turn, move on, whatever.

Next?

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[swanchang]

How terrible. Objectively speaking, of course. You said somewhere up there you spent too much time in school and I believe you.

This doesn't mean I won't owl you my address because I would like to hear from you, dare I say, see you every once in a while. Don't be a stranger.

[bootme]

I really don't believe that school and I are something that was meant to be. This isn't how I'd choose to end that relationship, but what are you going to do, right?

And most definitely, of course. To not being a stranger, I mean. I'm rather certain that Marietta is somewhere on the list of people who would not mind seeing me fall down a long flight of stairs, however, so...there's no nice way to say 'If she's around, warn me', is there.

[swanchang]

Exactly, darling. You bite the inside of your lip in that way that makes you look debonair instead of pouty, put that chin up (but not too up because people will see up your nostrils and that's not very attractive, is it?), and march on to face the world. The one where people have to work, meet rent, eat decent food once in a while, et cetera.

Once Marietta sees that you're very much like us, I don't think she'll want to inflict any physical or emotional pain on you. Not very often, anyway.

[bootme]

Chin up, marching proudly to face the world. Check. Not too far up, however, because I'm also prone to falling flat on my face.

And I suppose I shall have to take your word for that, then, and hope, as always, for only the best.

If only I wasn't such a natural cynic.

[swanchang]

Yes, that too.

Oh, pet. I understand your cynicism. Don't think I don't.

[bootme]

Of course.

And thank you, then.