Huh.

[send_out_an_sos]

So...

Is today's theme people losing their ability to form coherent sentences, become mopey, or otherwise act like complete fools?

And in what way is that different from a normal day here?!Either way, I'm not really concerned with something like that. Not my problem. As long as I'm left out of the whole thing, I'll enjoy be semi-peaceful day of

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[polite_sinner]

Ah, but if you say something like "as long as I'm left out," doesn't that just bring bad luck upon yourself?

In the morning at dawn, As I watched the sun rise, I find questions forming, That I will not pry.
Did you really love me? Or was it a lie, A dream or illusion, That I watched you die?

. . . please excuse the poetry, I'm still not sure where it's coming from.

[send_out_an_sos]

From my past experience, one way or another I'll get thrown into these things. So while I still have some shreds of quiet I'll try and relax.

... What poetry? I didn't hear anything.

[polite_sinner]

That's a rather fatalistic approach, don't you think? Although I imagine it's better than bitterly awaiting for something to happen.

Ah, you didn't? Then perhaps it--

I had a job, Enough for us two, But why did they come, And separate us both?
But life goes on, And I have found a love, I hope you'd bless us, With all your love.

-- . . . wore off. Ah ha ha, nevermind. *D:*

[send_out_an_sos]

I don't entirely believe in fate, but after being here for a while you learn it's hard to avoid the effects of these kind of days.

*totally pretending he didn't hear it since it's creeping him out* Just pretend you don't hear it, selective hearing can work wonders.

[polite_sinner]

Ah, I see, so it's more of a practiced tolerance from prolonged exposure, then? How long have you been here, then?

I suppose you're right, but it's--

This doe-eyed girl, Is sweet and young, So nice and kind, Like an angel from the sky.
She's so much like you, That now I wonder, Is this your gift, To help me not suffer?

. . . It's rather hard to ignore, I'm afraid.

I suppose even taking refuge in a deep, dark cave on the beach wouldn't be a very good countermeasure, would it?

[send_out_an_sos]

Something like that. As for how long I've been here... huh. Excluding my brief escape, I'd say around half a year?

It's... unique, to say the least.

Well if it's following you around, you'll have to wait it out I'd wager.

[polite_sinner]

Oh, my, that's a rather long time. I suppose one would have to grow accustomed to these sorts of things, in that case. How did you manage to escape, if you don't mind my asking?

Well, given the circumstances, I think I would rather have Invisible Poet than the strange personality adjustments I've been seeing around.

She's the perfect wife, Any man can have, She cooks and clean, And has purple hair.

"Purple hair"? Ah, w-wait, you couldn't possibly mean Yaone-san, could y--

I guess it was impossible in the first place, For us to be together, Because the world sees us as si--

Ah, now I think that's quite enough, thank you! Perhaps I spoke too soon about preferring strange poetry. . .