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Soul. & Welcome back.

What Does My ‘Soul’ Sound Like!? Meme [ Accepting! ]

“You do know that questi—” Yoo holds back his philosophy from intruding into her curiosity, “Fine, but listen closely because I will say this once only.” A deep breath through his nostrils and an exhale through his mouth rejuvenate his core, focusing solely on her, specifically, her sounds. “Sorrowful water dripping… it is as if the rain has stopped recently. Where there are cracks in the ceilings, the liquid falls. Plip! Splish! Each making a different sound than the last hundred drops.” Eyes remain closed as clearer audio enter his eardrums, “Ah, the sound of a church bell, oh so distant. It rings once, waits, then rings twice more. The earth, perhaps? No, the sky…” Thoughts wander for a moment before he adds in, “Most significantly, there is this piano with an octave in such a high pitch, happy yet played pianissimo. Sometimes, it is alone, but a lower octave joins in harmony every few rings of the bell.” A smirk dawns upon his face, sympathetic towards her for reasons unknown, merely felt.

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Wisdom’s Curse * Self (Ballad)

There is a madman, you see, Who brings forth strange abilities of knowledge free. Many more have come to show What magical mystery they possess for the patriarchy.

Victims fall in love with it all, From concoctions heavy to constructions tall. Many more have come long ago Now under his strings no bigger than a thrall.

There is a woman, I hear, Who provokes imagination untold, only to behold no fear. Many more have come to grow, Yet in my personal cage she is bound to appear.

I fall in love with her arrival, Understanding that my touch can aid in survival. Many more have come to bloodied glow Where sacrifice is needed to induce promised revival

There is a small chance we hold By working hand in hand and doing what we are told. Many more have come to woe Trying to discover the origin behind white gold.

The emperor falls in love with the throne, Watching his dominion seek truth behind every cheekbone. Many more have come to realize foe And pursue the end in hopes of finding the Philosopher’s Stone.

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Licensed Adoration * Self

“No, no. You must not think so shallow,” harshly criticizing his fellow coworker in tad sarcastic tone. Sitting down at a classroom not of his own, Yoo converses with the younger lady, finding their dialogue engaging. “Of course, you cannot take that kind of responsibility. The students will seek our help when it comes to small detail, no need to list every tangible point. Let them make the connection, and if they cannot, that is when you step in.” Advising his acquaintance put him in a mood of uncertainty, fearing that his aid might have the opposite effect of what he intends. Nonetheless, he shares his thoughts and provides a solution to her dilemma of what she might put into her lecture for Monday. Yoo strongly urges her to pursue an active class, where live discussion inhibits an environment rich in everything required to later add onto an exam, where the leader not only guides, but secures a strong understanding between the lesson and its people. “In the end, if you are happy with what they have given back, then there should be no problem, yes?” Both parties share agreeing smiles, finding a common ground of consideration.

“I will be just a moment,” removing himself from the seat and making way to his office down the way. The section of the university tends to stay quieter during the off hours, no entity causing disruption unless coming from the mess hall. As he creeps inside, he grabs onto a backpack he previously left beside the doorway, bringing it inside his corner office room to lock up as no one has yet to retrieve the pack. Leaving the magenta sack behind his desk, the man buttons his sleeves once more; his collar following suit as he tightens his neck with the first clasp. In greaser style, he cleans the tips of the collar before wrapping around a charcoal black tie in front of the mirror. An adjustment here and pull there, Yoo perfects the appearance down to the length and calmly folds over to cover the unimportant areas of the tie. One pat in front of the mirror finalizes his quick clean-up, the professor ready to escort his partner a few minutes ago to their date.