April Fools.

[nottimpressed]

I suppose it would befit me to update after what has been quite the uneventful week. After all, what else are you lot expected to do with your time? Apparently making scarves is at the top of that list. Though I fail to see how useful scarves are expected to be in approximately one month's time, I do, I suppose, appreciate the gesture. Especially

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[blaise_is_sex]

You have no idea how glad I am that we are down to days, although even that seems far too long.

Not a fan of Shakespeare, darling? Well, I can understand, I suppose.

[nottimpressed]

Looking forward to our upcoming adventure, then?

He's a bit.. dry for my tastes.

[blaise_is_sex]

With a painful amount of excitment, I am ashamed to admit.

Is it because he has been dead for so long? Because, really, he will be rather dry by now.

[nottimpressed]

Painful? We certainly can't have that.

Precisely my thoughts, Blaise dear.

[blaise_is_sex]

We can't really. I shall have to relieve some of it some way, I would imagine.

I understand, Theodore. Shakespeare speaks to me, though. His thoughts on love and lovers and timeless.

[nottimpressed]

I'm sure we could come up with something.

Ah Blaise, such the romantic.

[blaise_is_sex]

Of course. Are we not young, intelligent and creative?

It is a curse, dear Theodore. But one that I bear for the sake of others.

[nottimpressed]

And let us not forget charitable.

How incredibly noble of you.

[blaise_is_sex]

Charitible is my middle name.

Oh dear, that shall never do.

[nottimpressed]

So I've noticed.

Being noble, darling?

[blaise_is_sex]

Not forgetting you, my dear. For you are being extremely charitible.

Nobility is hardly good for my image after years of the exact opposite. I cannot however shake off my liking for a playwright who obviously brings it out in me.

[nottimpressed]

Naturally. If only others could be astute enough to notice.

You are quite the conundrum, Blaise dear.

[blaise_is_sex]

You are living on false hope in that aspect, I am afraid.

And one that shall never be worked out.

[nottimpressed]

Yes, a pity when false hope is all one has left.

You don't wish to be worked out, darling?

[blaise_is_sex]

It certainly is.

There is a certain something to being a mystery, Theodore. But it is more that I feel I am far too complicated for other people.

[nottimpressed]

All other people?