Third bloody awful poem--voice;

[breakmychest]

[Spike is not leaving his room. Not while he looks like this.]

Whoever gave me the makeover, you've got my coloring all wrong.

And these shrine things? Bloody stupid. Sometimes the dead ought to be forgotten.

[But he's still got one for his mother, one for Joyce Summers, one for Nikki Wood, and one for the Chinese slayer whose name he never

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[malfoy_purity]

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You have shrines in your room?

[breakmychest]

No.

[Not that he'll admit to them, anyway.]

[malfoy_purity]

Then what's the comment about the shrines?

[breakmychest]

The castle's not exactly giving much in the way of options about these things.

[whiskeyless]

I agree. This is all very pointless.

[breakmychest]

Glad someone sees sense.

[whiskeyless]

I'm a medical doctor. My area of expertise is science, so it would be against my nature to see something other than sense.

[breakmychest]

Well, I'm scientifically impossible. What does your nature say about that?

[evaluative]

There are times that remembering the dead is quite unnecessary, of course. However, if the words of others are anything to be considered, it would seem that this castle has a habit of its own brand of festivity...no matter the occasion.

[breakmychest]

Well, I'm bloody sick of it.

[evaluative]

A shame, then, that such sentiment is unlikely to be taken into consideration.

[breakmychest]

Yeah, but that doesn't stop me from complaining. Maybe they'll get sick of me and I can go home.