Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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It should be fine, the fire has probably died out by now.
[ he sounds too nonchalant about this, picking up whatever book he can salvage and putting them back into the shelf. he didn't catch the one saber's picked up though, which should've been the very first thing he shelved.
it's a bit singed at the edges, but saber's holding what seems to be a history book from earth. it should contain every historical royal family, whether from france or england or what have you, but curiously the pages that would contain information about emperors are all thoroughly charred, about to fall off from the book itself. ]
That does not mean the aftereffects will not affect you.
[ That's too nonchalant for her taste as well. Her eyes narrow, her lips thin, and she carefully peruses the slightly singed book. It seems to be a regular history book, save for...anything about emperors.
Hm. She mutters quietly to herself, her fingers lightly touching the pages, as close to falling off they are. ]
W-Wait, I can explain! It's not that I hate you at all, Miss Saber! Really, it's not!
[ why were those specific pages burned to hell and back, anyway? even tsumugi himself doesn't know - with this library in shambles, it's apparent that he hasn't checked himself lately.
the pages come away with a single touch of saber's fingers, revealing a page that looks good as new - with a picture of someone's regal face on it. ]
[ Tsumugi might insist that he doesn't hate her, or what she is, but the heart doesn't quite lie, does it? Her first thought, upon seeing the face of a young man on the practically untouched pages as her fingers simply brush over them, is that he looks quite handsome. ]
Oh, that's... His name is Eichi Tenshouin. He's a friend of mine.
[ yes, he's still a friend, even when the rest of the pages of the book are starting to fall apart. ]
He's the student council president in our school! And um... [ he lowers his head, as if in guilt as he confides quietly: ] Everyone else calls him the Emperor, due to how he uses the power that he has in order to achieve his dream.
[ if nero tilts the picture at the right angle, she'd be able to see very faint bloodstains on it. in other words, a bloody regime. ]
[ Tilt the picture she does, and her expression falls a bit. Tsumugi's quietness doesn't go unnoticed either. Nero Claudius should not be speaking of reigns and ruling, of bloodless regimes, of course. ]
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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[ he sounds too nonchalant about this, picking up whatever book he can salvage and putting them back into the shelf. he didn't catch the one saber's picked up though, which should've been the very first thing he shelved.
it's a bit singed at the edges, but saber's holding what seems to be a history book from earth. it should contain every historical royal family, whether from france or england or what have you, but curiously the pages that would contain information about emperors are all thoroughly charred, about to fall off from the book itself. ]
no subject
[ That's too nonchalant for her taste as well. Her eyes narrow, her lips thin, and she carefully peruses the slightly singed book. It seems to be a regular history book, save for...anything about emperors.
Hm. She mutters quietly to herself, her fingers lightly touching the pages, as close to falling off they are. ]
...Someone is not fond of these.
no subject
W-Wait, I can explain! It's not that I hate you at all, Miss Saber! Really, it's not!
[ why were those specific pages burned to hell and back, anyway? even tsumugi himself doesn't know - with this library in shambles, it's apparent that he hasn't checked himself lately.
the pages come away with a single touch of saber's fingers, revealing a page that looks good as new - with a picture of someone's regal face on it. ]
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Oh? Who is this?
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[ yes, he's still a friend, even when the rest of the pages of the book are starting to fall apart. ]
He's the student council president in our school! And um... [ he lowers his head, as if in guilt as he confides quietly: ] Everyone else calls him the Emperor, due to how he uses the power that he has in order to achieve his dream.
[ if nero tilts the picture at the right angle, she'd be able to see very faint bloodstains on it. in other words, a bloody regime. ]
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What was his dream?