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

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[la_vie_en_crow]

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

Hey there.

[sanguophilia]

...Kinkan Town, in Germany. America? That British colony?

[la_vie_en_crow]

Germany? That where I grew up!

[sanguophilia]

Really? Whereabouts?

[la_vie_en_crow]

Goldkrone. It's funny, really, there was a ballet school there, too...

[sanguophilia]

...And a clock tower in the middle that rang every hour on the hour?

[la_vie_en_crow]

Uh huh! It bugged me to death on Sundays...

[sanguophilia]

If we didn't clearly come from totally different places, I'd say it was the same town...

[la_vie_en_crow]

Maybe it is the same town, simply in a different world.

[sanguophilia]

That's not out of the question, I suppose. I've heard there are a few others of me here as well.

[la_vie_en_crow]

And tons of me, from what I've heard. [pausing] It's strange, isn't it?

[sanguophilia]

Running into yourself on the street? It's not something I thought I would ever experience, no.

[la_vie_en_crow]

I always grew up thinking I was the only Rue in the world... And now it turns out I'm not. Funny, huh?

[sanguophilia]

Mmm. I've always been a little strange myself, I suppose.

[la_vie_en_crow]

Hm? Strange how?

[sanguophilia]

I just... don't enjoy the things other people do. I like to read, and write, and play the piano... Things that require a lot of thought and not so much movement.