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[ Action || Library ]
[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]
Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...
[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]
[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]
[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]
Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...
[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]
[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]
[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]
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See, that's what they always say. Surely there's somethin' you're feelin' here? [He pauses to bump his own chest.] It doesn't have to be necessarily strong or nothin' now, but... even the tiniest hint a somethin'?
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[He could call you pretty.]
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[Aradia, save him from this]
Are you interested in me simply because I am here, or are you interested in me as a person?
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Bo-- Er... The second one, obviously.
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Prove it.
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W-what really, r-right now??
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Um. I don't know. I think I need to talk to Nepeta.
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Oh... [His shoulders slump... He knows the ultimate answer, but he's trying to remain hopeful.] I see. Consort with your moirail, I can wait forever.
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[And it sets off every submissive, must please the highblood bone in his body
but mostly the one in his pants]I doubt it will take that long.
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Before he thinks that he's looking like a fool much longer, he smiles and gives a small wave as he turns around.]
In that case, report your answer as soon as you get it. I'll be waitin', you know~...!
[And... off he goes. What have you done, Equius?]
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[Can he just... not talk to Nepeta about this and avoid the seadweller forever? Because he would like that very much.]