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@purseona
Every day it’s this shit with you, Marie. Every day! Every day, you leave the poem on the same spot on the floor in the Velvet Room, and every day I pick it up because I’m a polite guest, not some freeloader. I’ve never even seen Igor move from that seat. I’m not even sure he has legs. It could all just be stuffing.
And it’s always the same god damn poem. Sure, the words are different, but the meaning is the same. You’re trying to be the next E. E. Cummings, but in Japanese, because of course we’re speaking Japanese.
I amA MetapodEternally searching forThe sunshine / to let me bloom.Will you be my Great Ball?I am Fine without Eviolite.
And then you waltz right in, happy as a clam, until you realize I’m sitting there with a look on my face that could only be described as disgruntled. (How do you even get in there. I’ve never seen a door!) Been thinking about getting you a laminated card that just says stupid jerk face, I hate you.
This charade is wearing me out, Marie. I’m just trying to get to Empress level 10.











