Love Takes Hostages. It Gets Inside You.

[scarsnstripe69]

{This entry gives way to another performance by our city Commissioner. He starts strumming out the chords for Hallelujah then begins to sing along in a hauntingly beautiful, yet sad and heartfelt manor. Maybe he was just practicing some more, or maybe this song had some hidden meaning meant to be used as his entry.

The world would never know.

But he

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[hondatohru_desu]

Fortune smiles upon you. I am too exhausted to end you, currently.

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[scarsnstripe69]

End me?

Why?

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[hondatohru_desu]

A. That song makes me cry.

B. You tell me.

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[scarsnstripe69]

It's...

I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention. It was just what first popped into my head and came from my heart. Before I could stop I was singing and playing along.

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[hondatohru_desu]

You have nothing to be sorry for, just know that I'm shaking a fist at you from across the city.

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[scarsnstripe69]

...

You are welcome to punch me when you see me next if you want?

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[hondatohru_desu]

I'll do something much, much worse.

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[scarsnstripe69]

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[hondatohru_desu]

What? I will.

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[scarsnstripe69]

I'm...almost afraid to find out.