Is-nobody submitted:
This is you, isn’t it Necromancer? Trying a disguise account. No. Never. Love someone else. Try Hrist. Her patience with you is even shorter than my own.
While I am flattered that you have acknowledged me, I would never impersonate another. You will love only me one day; no one else! I would certainly never be so crass and crude with my words, either. Why, that simply phrase just isn’t enough to convey how deep my love truly is for you…
Here, I was kind enough to draw a diagram for you.
Dear me. Lucian. Hmm… I don’t think I’ve ever seen this boy do much except cry. I mean, what’s there to cry over? He’s certainly not moved by lovely Lady Valkyrie’s beauty; why, no, he’s sniveling over some silly wench called Platina! Now who in the world might that be? Certainly not my Lenneth.
I don’t really think I’ve ever heard of that boy doing much but crying. Cry, cry, cry… How pathetic. You’re an adult now, not a newborn parasite suckling at your mother’s tit! You wave your sword around like Gerabellum’s village idiot waving a trail of sausages around. Everything is “Platina!” this and “Platina!” that and you really don’t have anything else going for you.
You help orphans. How cute! Stealing things from people who work their very hardest to obtain just so you can help the weak and the poor. That isn’t how life works, you know. But you, your presence… Your incessant need for what already belongs to me, it makes me FURIOUS!
OUTRAGED!
SICK WITH ANGER!
YOU ARE A PEST WITH NOTHING GOING FOR YOU AND YOUR HAIR IS ALSO BLOND SO YOU’RE CLEARLY AN IDIOT. GO AWAY.
