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[theeyesees]

Comments

[blackvoids]

The Soul unto itself is an imperial friend, or the most agonizing Spy an Enemy could send.

[tyrannise]

I see why they call you Poet.

[blackvoids]

That was recitation, not poetry.

[tyrannise]

A very floral recitation, nevertheless.

[blackvoids]

[ An exhale of cigarette smoke. ]

What do you want.

[tyrannise]

You're all always this suspicious? [ He tsks. ] Not good for business.

[blackvoids]

[ Unmoved: ]

I'm not a businessman.

[tyrannise]

You don't say.

[ Openly mocking him now. ]

[blackvoids]

[ Another drag off that cigarette. ]

Don't make me ask you again.

[tyrannise]

You're easy to tick off, aren't you?

[blackvoids]

[ He isn't angry-- rarely is-- but he doesn't bother to point that out. He only pointedly exhales smoke, leaving his previous statement still standing. ]

[tyrannise]

[ Adrian is the kind of shitty brat that likes to push all the buttons of an elevator full of people at once, but the elevator is a person. So he smiles his arrogant smile. ]

So you really write poetry, or is it just a fancy name?

[blackvoids]

[ Through an exhale of smoke, he asks back: ]

Why do you want to talk to Seer?