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[opinionates]

Dearest -- Mun,

You who are chronicling my life, such as it is. Surely reviewing the movie and the book is more than enough to regain some semblance of my voice. I do not think the miniature series would add anything you can't read for yourself.

Aside from watching Mister Darcy walk out of a pond in drenched clothing.

We can discuss potential ramifications of that later, and whether or not to flesh out my, ah, cinematic canon with the novel once you've finished reading it.

Yours,
E. Bennet

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[prejudices]

I had wondered whether the pleasure you take in laughing would hinder your ability to resist a chance to tease.

[opinionates]

Only in the most serious of circumstances. It would certainly be my undoing were I to comment on the state of your person in such an undignified manner.

[prejudices]

You are well informed. Perhaps it is time to remark upon another subject you have brought to light, do you believe your Mundane to be well intentioned?

[opinionates]

In the most general of circumstances, yes I do believe she means well. It's the particulars that worry me more.

Is yours behaving his or herself?

[prejudices]

How gratifying. [That's all he really has to say in response to that. Not going to make it obvious he worries, nope.] What do you mean by particulars?

Her behaviour has been satisfactory thus far, however I cannot speak for her intentions.

Life has been insane lately, sorry about the wait.

[opinionates]

I suppose you could say she likes alternate takes on canon. What if something different happened at an important event. How the story would diverge if two people from separate novels met. It's very hard to put into words, because I don't quite understand it myself.

Seems the safe choice to remain calm and hope for the best.

That's fine! It happens! btw do you have plurk or anything?

[prejudices]

I am reasonably familiar with the concept, though I cannot imagine an ending more satisfactory than the one currently established. Though, of course, Mundanes seem to enjoy sadness as much as they do happiness.

Seems manageable. But it's easier said than done.

I think midterms are trying to kill me, and no I don't. Plurk is confusing.

[opinionates]

Oh? I must admit to being somewhat relieved, although I find a little devil on my shoulder urging me to ask impertinent questions.

Yes. You do what you can.

oh no. 8( And aw, that's cool.

[prejudices]

I'd rather you come out and ask it than know that you're contemplating a subject I'm unaware of. What is it, Miss Elizabeth?

Mmh. I've come to notice this.

[opinionates]

It's only that I am unsure of where you are in our story. Or, phrased another way, what part your mundane has taken you from. Not knowing isn't something I accustom myself to easily. Mister Darcy.

You notice that you do what you can?

[prejudices]

Some time after your initial rejection. [He answers curtly, seething a little at that god forsaken word. Rejection, ugh.] Prior to more recent events. [Such as a second proposal.]

And yourself? [Now he's worried he's made a fool of himself.]

I do. I have made note of the small amount of influence we have.