( voicetesting. )

[troublemakes]

Oh, you are a quaint little thing, aren't you? Full of ideas that are naught but maybes and considerations thrown out almost as soon as they appear, childish dreams pinned against hope. You should tread carefully: dream and hope might play at being the best of friends, but the one would betray the other as soon as opportunity presents itself, and opportunity is nothing if not fond of making an appearance.

—Still, you need not worry about dissuasion on my part. I've much to finish and, ah, set to rights. Interruptions and distractions are the boon of the idle and the unfocussed, and I assure you I am neither.

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[troublemakes]

Any sincerity I might have, may have, or once have had is doubted, has been doubted and will continue to be doubted, so I'm afraid your point is somewhat lost.

[fotlenke]

You are what the Midgardians call "emo." According to them, I should begin feeding you meals of happiness.

[troublemakes]

—What?

[fotlenke]

It is a ritual upon Midgard. When one is "emo", they are visited by a strange-colored harlequin who gifts them with greasy red boxes and soggy breads and meat. There is also a shaken milk.

[...]

Oh. And a toy. And then the harlequin gathers the children about him and they chortle and dance and proclaim their love for the harlequin.

[troublemakes]

Neither of us are from Midgard. I trust you hadn't missed that little detail.

[fotlenke]

Then the only other explanation I have for you is that you don't know how to have fun.

[troublemakes]

I must have misplaced it somewhere between a fondness for mischief and an apparent lack of sincerity.

[fotlenke]

That's miserable.

[troublemakes]

But it matches my inability to have fun so well.

[fotlenke]

Why can't you have fun?

[troublemakes]

Perhaps the fates have a taste for irony.

[fotlenke]

♮♯ø that.

[troublemakes]

—Of everything, you truly believe I have no idea of how to have fun?

[fotlenke]

Well listening to you, it sure sounds so.

[troublemakes]

Listening is not all one should do in any circumstance.

[fotlenke]

All right.

[Touches his nose with her finger.]

How is this?