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[enigmawrappedinariddle]

Dear Mun,

Stop trying to figure me out. You never will. I'll only give you bits and pieces of what you need to know. But don't think you're going to get a straight answer. I am good at making myself disappear after all...

Never before tested muse finally getting to play.

[eastsidepedigree]

Look, I know you think all this is funny but between the journal name and the less than flattering text messages with Dan, I'm done. You can take this little game of yours and play it with someone else, I'm not interested.


--Nate

Old Muse and old mun

[remnantsofapast]

[ There is a 'Dahlia' sitting quietly on a bench, parasol in hand and looking, very, very lost ]

M-miss...? You're really kind, but... why am I here?

[ She seems to be really worried about something. ]

Y-you know... Feenie is going to be worried if I don't arrive on time... Please.. I'm really happy that you talked to me again after so long, but I really shouldn't be here..

[ Poor, poor, Dahlia ]


[ Help the poor Iris posing as Dahlia who was just pulled before a normal date with her dear, dear Feenie.

An by that, don't hold back. ]