Tarn: the only person who likes to hear the sound of his own voice

[songofmypeople]

My dear, small, precious human companion, I really thought you knew better than this.

If I didn't know better, I'd say your motivations are based on fear. Oh don't look so startled. It makes sense you know, that today of all the innumerable other days you and I could be venturing down this little path together, you choose the one where the consequences could very well be the most dire. Why, I think you're cracking under the pressure.

And we really can't have that.

We've barely even gotten to know each other yet -- something I do so look forward to. The earphones are cute by the way; they bring out the quaint fragility of your tiny skull.  And I couldn't help but notice that you seem to like music. This is a wonderful coincidence, because you see, so do I. In fact, if I might be so bold, I would even go so far as to say I'm an expert on the subject. 

We should indulge together sometime. 

Perhaps I'll sing you a song.

I know just the one, _too.


[and a three, four, five, six, seven, eight, oh god I really shouldn't be doing this.]