Stargazing

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor, for once, looks strangely content. He's been feeding regularly, taking relatively good care of himself, and not spending half the day disconsolately awake, and as a result looks a little less grumpy and unapproachable. At the moment, he's sitting in the the field of grass beside his "house," alternately gazing up at the stars and making

Comments

[la_vie_en_crow]

[coming up and sitting next to him, seemingly unconcerned about whether or not she is bothering him]

Hey there.

[la_vie_en_crow]

How sweet. You don't like dancing?

[sanguophilia]

I'm not particularly talented in that area, no.

[la_vie_en_crow]

What's talent matter? Dancing is fun. Although it's nice to be good at it, I suppose.

[sanguophilia]

Hmph. I don't find it fun.

[la_vie_en_crow]

But you like watching girls dance. Don't you ever feel like joining in?

[sanguophilia]

...Not really, no.

[la_vie_en_crow]

Really? How strange. For me, dancing with someone else is the best feeling in the world...

[sanguophilia]

People are different. Humans are different...

[la_vie_en_crow]

Hm. It's just odd to me, I guess.

[sanguophilia]

I don't like doing things that I'm not good at. It makes me come off as inexorably stubborn, I suppose, but I don't like to look untalented.

[la_vie_en_crow]

That makes sense. But you might be able to become better at it if you try.

[sanguophilia]

I've never had the urge to try. Except with her...

[la_vie_en_crow]

Suit yourself.

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor settles down on his back, laying the notebook and pencil on his belly.]]

So where are you from? You're very different from the Rue I know...

[la_vie_en_crow]

New York, in America. You?