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[penitently]

Another day, another dollar, as they say.

The sun rises; the sun sets. We maintain order in our peaceful little world, content like clams wrapped in our shells... Though, really, what is there to complain about? Everything is perfect. A little monotonous, but constant all the same. Reliable. PredictableHowever, sometimes... I find myself

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[mister_vampire]

Isn't predictability calming?

[penitently]

That is one word for it.

[mister_vampire]

And another word?

[penitently]

Dull.

[mister_vampire]

That's a good word, too.

[penitently]

It's a word.

[mister_vampire]

One of many.

[penitently]

Can you think of any others?

[mister_vampire]

Many others. Depends on what sort you're looking for.

[penitently]

All sorts.

[mister_vampire]

Pie. Cake.

Children. Graves. Shovels.

That's several words.

[penitently]

...I believe I missed your name.

[mister_vampire]

Emidus. The gravedigger.

[penitently]

Ah, yes. It rings a bell.

A pleasure, Emidus. Do I need to introduce myself, also, or are you already aware...?

[mister_vampire]

I have kept up to date with the school's teachers. Mister Wingate, isn't it?

[penitently]

It is.

You're free to call me Gabriel.