to: Luce
from: Alfred
subject: Oh damn girl, the dirt that I found on this boy...
Luce,
So I rooted through this guy's files from LU and his own PC and found some pretty interesting stuff... Nothing super bad like raping little boys or killing foreign diplomats because he's actually a Russian spy, but there's some interesting stuff, that's for sure.
- He's the biggest Dr. Who fan ever. I mean he's a got a replica Sonic Screwdriver. And in case you don't know what that is, it's just a super famous sci-fi that's big in Britain. TARDIS, Bad Wolf... You don't really need to get the show, just get the fact that this makes him a huge friggin' nerd.
- There's some vague mention of something with his brother, Arthur, and some Shakespeare play but there weren't very many details so you might wanna ask him yourself.
- He's living with that brother of his. He wasn't very successful when he was out trying for Broadway so he had to beg for money off of Arthur. Arthur being some famous author, Arthur Kirkland? idk, I think I met him once, but whatevs.
- I'm pretty sure you know this but he directs stuff at LU while runnin' the glee club and prof-ing for theatre and choir there.
and for the biggest shock of all, you seriously better prepare yourself Lucy:
He's totally dating a man.
Which man you may ask? WHY THIS MANRY FELLOW BELOW:
He's absolutely Lady gaga over this guy, Wang Yao, and they've been together for about three weeks now and I've already found entire emails from Dewi dedicated to sending bad Shakespeare poems to Yao. It's awesome, I totally copypasted one so you could read it.
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this; my love was my decay.
Man, and I though Shakespeare was actually supposed to be the wordcrafter of wordcrafters but this is just ridiculous. Lucy, you sure know how to pick them. I'll keep digging but I think that's all you really wanted to know.
-Al