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[masterbaiting]

It's the Earl Alois Trancy speaking. What?

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voice;

[quackery]

Alois?

voice;

[masterbaiting]

Mm- yes, what?

voice;

[quackery]

Can I... ask you something?

voice;

[masterbaiting]

[Suspicious. This is either something weird, or advice.]

Go on.

voice;

[quackery]

It's, um... It's sort of private, do you mind if I come to your room?

voice;

[masterbaiting]

[Okay, so it's definitely weird. Is it... weird advice, though?]

Er, if you like. I'm not really doing anything, go ahead.

action;

[quackery]

[And a few minutes later, she walks in, looking very, well, nervous, and lingering near the door.]

Can I come in?

action;

[masterbaiting]

[He's only on his bed, legs criss-crossed, hands at his knees.]

Sure.

[She looks pitifully tiny in the doorway, so he frowns a little.]

Sit, if you want.

action;

[quackery]

[At the invitation, she'll walk to the bed and sit down, swinging her legs absentmindedly and worrying her fingers over themselves.]

Um, Alois, have you ever... been in love with anybody?

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[masterbaiting]

[l m a o

that. question.]

action;

[masterbaiting]

I guess that's the case.

action;

[quackery]

Really?

Um, what does it... Feel like?

action;

[masterbaiting]

It feels-

[...Awww.]

Are you coming to me for love advice?

action;

[quackery]

I-

[fdsdljf]

Y-You don't have to say it like that!

action;

[masterbaiting]

But that's what it is!

[He giggles, but it's not especially mocking.]

Being in love is like making a campfire.

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[quackery]

[Not... sure what to say to the first part, but then she looks a little surprised.]

Building a campfire? Like how?