On boredom.

[dr_pretty_boy]

You have made it abundantly clear that without my team you are unwilling to use me. Even in those 'memes' you keep browsing through. So, that being said, I have to ask a question:

Why am I still here?

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[dr_pretty_boy]

That makes sense. Well, actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew more then you think you do. Just, most of it from over 500 years ago wouldn't be in any language I could understand. After all, just because North America wasn't settled by England until 1492 doesn't mean there wasn't an established culture.

[Don't mind him, he rambles at everyone.]

...I find I don't want to comment on that. Or my muse is too tired to start a conversation on politics, which is always an option. It's a topic she avoids like a particularly nasty strain of viral death.

[warchangedme]

I can get flashes sometimes. Meeting Norway...a woman with long black hair. Sometimes if something relevant is mentioned, I can scrounge up folklore. I want to say there were ones who came before me and Mattie...some of them aren't there anymore.

[He gives a soft sigh of relief.] Trust me. There are something I really don't wanna talk about. Certain ones are old wounds, others...it's too soon to tell.

Don't be afraid to ask me something though. I'll tell you if I would rather not answer.

[dr_pretty_boy]

My mun would like me to point out that the above sentence should have read 'Or my mun is too tired...'. [Oh, the smirking. She also wants to mention that she's awake only by the chemical grace of a 5 hour energy shot, but he wasn't going to point that out.]

I'm sure I'll have several questions for you, but right now I can't say I have one yet. I'm oddly content, which is nothing like how I usually am, which only helps prove my point that mun needs to sleep when she gets off work...

[warchangedme]

I hope she slept well when she got there.