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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?

[mister_vampire]

I don't think I'm mature enough to refer to most adults by their first name. Hah.

[penitently]

I expressed that you were free to, not that you were required to, Emidus.

[mister_vampire]

Gabriel it is.

[penitently]

Wonderful.

We're... both grown men. Whether we both act as such or not isn't really of any consequence.

I'd hardly belittle you for wanting to have more fun than the average adult male.

[mister_vampire]

I don't believe in growing up or growing old.

[penitently]

It would mean more to you if you were unable to... but then we never do truly appreciate the things we have until we have lost them.

[mister_vampire]

Nah, I do want to die and age. But that doesn't mean I have to be old.