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[visitmygrave]

Millenniums of knowledge seem to amount to nothing, when you think on it... How much don't we know? Of course, the fundamental question that has yet to be answered piques my curiosity as well...

What is love?

((Out for the night! Will pick up later, poke me if there's a specific thread I haven't gotten to and you want to continue with it.))

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[goodwillrising]

Love is a many-spendoured thing.

[visitmygrave]

And how so?

[goodwillrising]

I'm not sure. Martin Wilders threw his pencil case at Sam Jacobs, and by the time Mr Rogers had finished telling them off, it was time for spelling.

[visitmygrave]

How did you do in spelling?

Oh dear, I suppose I shouldn't ask such personal questions before properly introducing myself. I'm Jin Uzuki.

[goodwillrising]

I don't mind. How do you do, Jin. I'm Will.

And I'm all right at spelling.

[visitmygrave]

Very nice to meet you, Will.

And maths? I was always rather disinterested with numbers.

[goodwillrising]

Likewise.

Oh, that's a good way of putting it. I'm disinterested in numbers too.

[visitmygrave]

[chuckle] Well, it seems we've already found something in common.

[goodwillrising]

Mm! So, are you a counsellor?

[visitmygrave]

Indeed. I specialise in cultural studies.

[goodwillrising]

Cultural studies? Like what?

[visitmygrave]

Things like this.

[goodwillrising]

Oh! I didn't even notice I was learning!

I suppose that makes you a good teacher.

[visitmygrave]

[snrk]

Why, thank you. The best kind of knowledge comes from in here, [puts a hand on his chest] don't you think? That's something a desk can't provide.

[goodwillrising]

Mm. I would definitely have to agree.

Are you a teacher in your world too?

[visitmygrave]

Not quite. I've been a lot of things, but never an instructor.