Doth I? I must admit, my youthful face and lack of vertical placement in this world is somewhat deceiving...but I assure thee, Young Lovecraft, I am old!
Mmm. Stale, not so different from a body left to fester. 'Tis difficult to describe if one is fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with the taste and scent of life's source.
[Ew, honestly]
Dramaturge Esquire hath advised me to consult with her post-haste. She may hath the answer to my problems.
Nay! [please sir ] Tis not a moment where one can rest on their laurels. We must stand united against this villainous Father and the games he seeks to make us play.
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[Wow. That old, huh...]
[There's something like an itch in his hand, and he scratches at it, frowning.]
You don't look that old at all. You look younger...than me.
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[She looks at his hand. Huh?]
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That's...a lot to think about. I guess even as old....as you are, you are still okay with. People.
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[Hmm. Perchance she should give him something for that]
Or else, without people, the world shall become very dry, and dull, with nothing to find laughter in, or adventure.
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[Adventure, huh.]
You have a lot of joy. But that curse...gives you sorrow. Doesn't it?
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[Adventures had sated that first for some time. But now, without Father...
...
...
What happened to Father?]
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....Were you trying to do that to...that man in purple. The one you bit.
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[So, yes and no]
'Tis a blessing as it aided in clearing my mind before I went too far.
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[He looks like a regular guy? Beloved by the students?]
So what are you gong to do now? Where are you going to get blood?
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[Ew, honestly]
Dramaturge Esquire hath advised me to consult with her post-haste. She may hath the answer to my problems.
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[Interesting, says the man who looks like a dead body.]
I see......I guess you can't eat sweets, then.
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Nay! Sweets are one of the many good things the world hath to offer! Do not say such things!
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[He looks at the offering....]
[And takes a tart to offer to her.]
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Thank you, kind Lovecraft.
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[He doesn't think he's kind, but hey, there are a lot of tarts. It's fine.]
Did you come here...for a wish?
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'Tis true, I have a grand wish...but t'was never my intention to place it in the hands of a God. What of thee, Lovecraft?
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[A little groan here, cracking his neck to the side. How exhausting.]
So I do not want to...put my...wishes in their hands either.
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Then thou intends on resisting his demands where thou can?
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[Unfortunately he is as lazy as they come, so any proper work and he's checking out.]
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Young lovecraft! Thou must not be swayed by the thought of too much effort!
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[Please just let him rest in a ditch for 1380982311238 years thanks!]
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[he is a USELESS NOODLE]
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[She believes in you, Young Lovecraft]
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[Never believe in him.]
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[ she will ]
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[GIVE UP]
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[He is trying to recede back into the dorm.]
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[Lovecraft is free.
For now]