on potentially home-hunting

[dielikeyouwantme]

What do you mean, "you're not sure"? Wasn't I only just telling someone~ that second guessing is supremely unattractive? It's not any more handsome on your little mug, I can say that much for certain.

I'm a sight better judge of these things than you are, love. And why shouldn't I be? Haven't I been alive long enough? Don't I have a better sense of what's too much to handle? You can do it, and I'm apt to get bored with you, if you don't.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

And yet humans are so fond of their little lives that they're wont to see us as evil~ beings, anyway. Those whores lived miserable, wanton lives, preying on the depravity of society. What harm is it to anyone, that they were gone, a few years too soon?

Who mourns them? No one. No one would even remember them, if I hadn't written their filthy names in blood on London's memory, would they? I did them a favour. They were disgusting, in life. Now they're something beautiful, immortal, because of me~.