dusts off muse...

[trashed]

...Not just one, but two places? Have you lost your mind? Not that you had one to begin with.

Can't wait to see you crash and burn on this one - maybe you'll leave me alone then.

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[soaringblast]

[...Ugh. Ugh! Sync, you are walking a thin line right now. Anise clenches her fists, then releases them with a long breath. Despite hating his guts and wanting to beat the snot out of Sync on a regular basis, Anise isn't one to just let him keep thinking the way he does - even if it futile. Ion wouldn't let Sync do that, and she...

Nggh. Stupid Sync. Why can't her mun just let her punch him? Boo, boo, boo!]

I think you're the one wasting your time, Sync.

[And that's all she'll say on the matter.]

[trashed]

[Sync's always walking a thin line, it's nothing surprising to him.

Go on, punch him anyway. He'll laugh at her for trying.]

Am I? How about you tell me why you think that?

[soaringblast]

[Don't tempt her, Anise is the type to brag about swinging first. Volatile baby dragon indeed, as she's been referred to. This time however, she just puts her hands on her hips, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. Does she really have to expla--...yeah. To someone like Sync, she probably does. That's kind of sad, really.]

Because no matter how hard you say you wanna be alone, people aren't gonna let you be. Not completely, anyway! Even if it's just to pick your stupid, sorry carcass up again and again, there's always someone out there that's gonna do it. You're that kind of person who needs it the most, Sync, and the fact that you don't see that makes it like a blinding bright light to those who do.

[Plus, Anise is pretty sure you don't want to be alone, under all that scorn.]