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[o-rusted-heart]

“With that Alt Right Ass Haircut--”

[afirstnamebasis]

for what it's worth, i am willing to socialize

[goodnight-good-knight]

It’s always back to this spot, somehow. No matter how far he strays, no matter how long he’s away, eventually he finds himself back here. He never even means to do it--but something about the circuity of it calms him, an assurance he never had when the Dark was screaming inside his head. There may be so many elsewheres, now, and this dead world might be so foreign to the knight, but here--?

Darkroot? 

Home, in a way. He even had a monument. Of course, it made him sick to look upon it, sick to know how incredibly wrong the historians had gotten it, but sick was better than...well.

Sick was better than not having the presence of shattered mind to understand why he should be sick at the thought in the first place, wasn’t it?

He’d heard one of the humans say “ignorance is bliss,” once. He’d marveled at the thought, and decided privately that perhaps ignorance was bliss if it was willful, but ignorance borne of fingers snatching every coherent bit of cognition from your brain--that was...

He tries very hard to turn his mind to other things as he rests his back against the monument, and goes very still as he concentrates on keeping the voices quiet.

[dupelicity]

「”all will be made clear”, is that right?」 

「well, why don’t you “make clear” why you had to have an outage in the ( middle ) of me boiling water? do you expect me to run on dry ramen, huh? that’s way too cruel! i demand compensation.」

          AND THUS, he makes his trek to the border of utopia with a block of dry ramen in hand, nibbling on it in protest. he was going to ask to speak to the manager. someone was going to get a piece of his mind. blood will fly.