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[voice post :: failed private]

[Emma is trying to sound cheerful, but a slight tremble in her voice gives her away.]I believe I am forced to accept that this place is, in some manner, real. How such things can exist, I do not know, but I can no longer delude myself into believing that I am dreaming

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[areyoudizzyblud]

You seriously talk like that?

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[mis_match]

[tiny, tiny squeak of "What? How did he hear this?!?"]

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[mis_match]

How would you have me speak?

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[areyoudizzyblud]

Like a normal person, innit. You all right, like?

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[mis_match]

I assure you, the way I speak is normal for me.

Voice | It hurts my brain typing out his accent

[areyoudizzyblud]

I thought you were posh, but you're even worse than that. You're, like, completely alien to the world. So you went to a posh school, innit? Got your rich friends. Got everyfin' you wished for from daddy. Never had to work hard, lived in a big house. You don't know anyfin' 'bout life. You don't know 'bout livin' in an estate building, 'bout not havin' enough money for summin'. You don't know 'bout tough life. Real life.

Voice | /gives your brain a painkiller?

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[A brief moment of silence. She's never had to deal with someone this aggressive and rude before.

When she speaks, it's with biting good humor.]

You have found me out, I'm afraid! I am nothing more than a spoilt child. And a fictional one as well, if abject suffering is your definition of a real life.

For all that, though, I will take my fiction and my comfort, and I can only pray that one day your life will be as fake as my own.