I Have Another Thought.

[eagle_of_words]

Well, as I understand it, quite a few of us share headspace with others of us.

What's that like for you, my dear ones? There're two others in here with me, not counting M. Verne, who's quite the handful always busy somewhere else not sexy enough "an author" and seems to consider himself exempt

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[angstingpainter]

I'm currently alone... all alone. My typist is thinking about getting another pupper eventually, because I am too quiet for some of her purposes, it would seem.

[eagle_of_words]

You lucky man, you. *grins* You are a tad sedate, however--how would you feel about sharing headspace with The Invisible Man?

[angstingpainter]

...The Invisible Man? I don't quite know what you're talking about. It doesn't sound healthy.

My typist thinks I'll get less boring eventually. She has Plans. "Not just 'plans'," she says, "Plans." I am afraid.

[eagle_of_words]

It isn't; I'm quite sure you don't want to know. He isn't, I'll only say, a quiet fellow.

I should be too. Capital Letters always seem to be harbingers of Doom. Poor fellow.

[angstingpainter]

I... see. I think I'm happy my typist doesn't know of him.

It's something about, "getoverDoriansoonerifotherwiseattachedcough." I... worry. A little.

[eagle_of_words]

You are.

Very sensible of you. To worry, I mean of course.