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[pellameno]

[there is something of a personals ad on the bulletin board outside the mess hall:

One (1) clueless hermaphrodite and one (1) fail prince seeking an adviser/instructor in the ways of romance. Practical demonstrations welcome. Compensation to be discussed.the seekers in question are standing about the ad

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[idle_traveller]

What did you originally write?

[idle_traveller]

No, he didn't.

[pellameno]

I wonder.

[idle_traveller]

. . .

For a family member, friend, or stranger. . . It's possible that they're all the same or very different.

[pellameno]

I've never really understood that, either.

[idle_traveller]

What exactly?

[pellameno]

How love works.

[idle_traveller]

In any sense?

[pellameno]

Pretty much. I wasn't very self-aware until recently.

[idle_traveller]

. . .

May I ask why?

[pellameno]

It felt like I was asleep for fifteen years, and I only woke up when I left my farm. But I do miss my sister... I guess I love her, even if I never felt anything in particular?

[idle_traveller]

And how old are you?

-Do you miss her?

[pellameno]

I think I just turned twenty one. If time here counts. Otherwise, I'm eighteen.

Do I still? Yes. I think of her.

[idle_traveller]

I see. That is a short amount of time.

[nods]

[pellameno]

This is the longest I've ever stayed in one place since I left home.

[idle_traveller]

[eyes softening a bit]

Is it disconcerting?