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[rappigemperorix]

The Colonel doesn't appreciate my floral displays of affection anymore. He never told me they made him sneeze. How was I supposed to know? He always loved flowers when we were younger! ...well, he liked killing them, anyway.

So what do you think, ladies and gentlemen? What is the surest way to the heart of a stoic Fonic Artes master?

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[wanderingmonkey]

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[wanderingmonkey]

Trying to win a guy over, huh? Sorry, can't help you there...

What're Fonic Artes? Like magic?

[rappigemperorix]

Hahah! Yes, I suppose you could say he's the love of my life. ♥

And yes, from what I've come to understand, it's pretty much magic.

[wanderingmonkey]

Oh, well, good for you, man. What sorta guy's he?

I second the poetry thing. Magic types always go for the poetry.

[carnivaltoday]

Hmmm. That's a tough one.

Have you tried having a Picnic in a graveyard, and reciting poetry for him?

[rappigemperorix]

That seems a bit morbid, m'lady.

[carnivaltoday]

I thought it sounded romantic.

[rappigemperorix]

Oh, I'm sure it would be quite romantic for some people. Of course, the Colonel always has been a bit morbid. Perhaps that suggestion would work.

Only... I don't think there are any graveyards around here. I hear all the dead end up in a pile of corpses somewhere out in the jungle. It's... kind of nauseating to think about.