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You know-
[ He makes a face, masking just how excruciatingly painful this all is for him. Living. Not living. Being hauled around like an old rag doll who has long-since passed the point of being mendable. It's tucked away neatly around the edges of a smile; one which speaks volumes about weary acceptance and years of unfulfilled hope- buried in so many shallow graves. ]
As much as I am flattered that you keep me around, this is.. Hm.
What was that phrase he would use?
[ Alfons takes a moment to dredge up a particular memory. Once the appropriate one is found the sound he gives is more deflation than sigh. A white flag of surrender; no matter if his words are defiant. ]
Ah. Right.
This 'song and dance' is getting old.
That, and I'm certain you have much more important things to do than keep me company. No matter what you may think...
Some ghosts do just want to rest.
[ He makes a face, masking just how excruciatingly painful this all is for him. Living. Not living. Being hauled around like an old rag doll who has long-since passed the point of being mendable. It's tucked away neatly around the edges of a smile; one which speaks volumes about weary acceptance and years of unfulfilled hope- buried in so many shallow graves. ]
As much as I am flattered that you keep me around, this is.. Hm.
What was that phrase he would use?
[ Alfons takes a moment to dredge up a particular memory. Once the appropriate one is found the sound he gives is more deflation than sigh. A white flag of surrender; no matter if his words are defiant. ]
Ah. Right.
This 'song and dance' is getting old.
That, and I'm certain you have much more important things to do than keep me company. No matter what you may think...
Some ghosts do just want to rest.
