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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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◎ what do you think of Saori?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“Funny that you ask, I think I remember somebody coming up to me with the same question a while ago… Well, anyway. She’s… young. I mean, we all are, but she’s much younger. And young people still got a long way ahead of them, with lots of bad decisions and the whole learning process that comes with them. She can’t really afford those, though. Which is a shame… She’s kind, I guess, and caring. And she’s trying. I must respect that.”
leporteurdeau replied to your post:◎ how was your first kiss?
“It still works…”
“You can try and make me shut up anytime.”
◎ how was your first kiss?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“Oh, man… As good as a first kiss can be?”
There is humor in his voice, though, and he actually laughs at the thought. For a moment, it’s clear he is lost in memories.”
“We were just kids, really. Stupid kids – well, at least I was pretty stupid myself. Always teasing him, fishing for whatever I could get. I don’t think I even knew what I wanted, back then.”
“Anyway. There we were, at the training grounds. It was summer, that much I remember… One of the toughest summers we’ve had here. We were practicing some moves together, hand-to-hand combat, that kind of thing. He wasn’t bad, but… Hell, I’ve always been faster. And far more ruthless. So, at some point, I was pretty much messing with him, taunting, teasing… You know. Now that I think of it, I guess I could be rather annoying.”
“And then it happened, just like that. He looked at me square in the eye, and I seriously thought he was gonna punch me with everything he had. But instead, he kissed me. Probably figured out it was the easiest way to make me shut up. It still works, by the way.”
◎ Opinion on Ares? Or Saga, whichever you prefer.
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“Not even sure there’s an actual difference? What’s that, anyway? Crazy Saga versus regular Saga, or maybe not-so-crazy Saga?” The Saint shakes his head as a heavy sigh escapes him.
“No matter whom we’re talking about, he did what he did, and while he ultimately paid for it, he wasn’t the only one. One way or another, we all carry the burden… At least those who were lucky enough to survive. So, long story short? I don’t trust him. Not that I think he would plot against Athena or anything again, that would be just pathetic. But… Ares or Saga, you said yourself. How can I trust a man I don’t even know? A man who doesn’t even know himself?”
◎ Would you kill Camus again if necessary?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“... Just as I trust he’d do the same for me, if I were the one who had to be brought down, whatever the reason may be.”
◎ top or bottom?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“Damn, aren’t you curious! Now, really. Why do you people have this obsession with choosing and labeling and putting everything into tiny neat boxes? That’s a big waste of time, you know?”
◎ Bon Jovi - Bed of Roses or Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“You don’t get to come into my temple and talk about that hideous excuse for a medley, alright? No one touches Bowie and Queen and comes out unscathed. And Bon Jovi is pretty fine, okay? So, yeah. ‘Bed of Roses’ it is.”
He pauses for a moment, then, a thoughtful frown on his face.
“… If you really did what I think you did, though, I’m picking Muse’s ‘Big Freeze’, thank you.”
◎ did you blame Hyoga for Camus' death?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.
“No,I didn’t. Never did. If I ever blamed anyone for Camus’ death, that would be Camus himself, he and his damned stubbornness.”
◎ Never thought about having a pupil?
send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.
“Eh, not really, no... If there’s one thing I learned from somebody else’s experience with pupils, it’s that we weren’t ready. Not even close to it. Maybe now it would be different, though, and since things have been a bit slow, it could actually be the right time to think about it. But... I don’t know. I’ll have to, eventually. It’s not like I want to let some random kid take my place, at least not if I can avoid it. But that’s just not the sort of thing you do without some solid planning. And I suck at planning.”
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“Milo, please…”
“I was merely trying to demonstrate how tasteless was that innuendo, by using some even more horrendous. After all, why dance with words even? Why use innuendos? If they want to know if you like to please me with your mouth, first, it is no one business but ours, and, secondly, so what? There is a lot more important things about you than what we do on our bedroom.”
“... Woah there. You just–– Heh. You’re right, you know? Absolutely right. And damn. Stop leaving me speechless, will you?”
He doesn’t seem to mind at all, though.
Watch him get some popcorn to watch the Kraken outsass the ballerina. It’s unfair, even – but he doesn’t really care.
“Do not even think that I am incapable of understanding such a poor attempt of an innuendo. You know me better than this. You know me enough to know that I am more displeased about this lack of creativity that what was implied. One thing is inexcusable, the other is the truth.”
“No, don’t get me wrong–– what freaks me out is you attempting at making an innuendo yourself. About whale stew, of all things. It doesn’t really work, though. I mean, no matter how hot the stew is, it’s good enough for my liking.”
I heard that you drank that bottle of wine all alone...
“I heard that you —-” Finish this in my ask box.
“You can always bring another next time you come around. And make sure I don’t have to drink it by myself.”