Twenty-Ninth Reap → Voice

[black_onslaught]

[Okay. The last weekend was a pretty big haze, and that worries Ragna. Mostly because he could swear he recalled it happening around this time last year, but after his discovery today? Who the hell cares. He found something that is totally worth putting everything aside and putting all concentration into it. Which is why this is fully filtered,

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[Voice, Filtered]

[vulcanblazer]

[Okay, he'll admit that the poetry there isn't something he'd ever expect to get published, but that's not the point in the slightest.]

...Found poetry, huh?

And where exactly did you find this poetry of Noel's, anyway?

[Voice, Filtered]

[black_onslaught]

Couch. [Fair game.]

[Voice, Filtered]

[vulcanblazer]

...The couch. Are you sure that's not something she wanted to keep private?

[Voice, Filtered]

[black_onslaught]

The couch isn't a private place.

[mikangirl]

...Ragna.

[black_onslaught]

What? [He's trying to read the rest of the diary here.]

[mikangirl]

You're going through Noel's personal things why?

[black_onslaught]

They're not that personal. [Total bullshit. Unless you count that fact that they weren't personally hidden as not being personal, in which case: couch.]

HERE I AM, SUPER-LATE.

[whatsinthepipe]

[ ...

Oh, hell no. ]

Poetry is meant to be a sacred, respected art.

WELCOME, WELCOME. DON'T MIND THE MESS.

[black_onslaught]

[This isn't art, and it sure as hell isn't sacred.]

And why am I supposed to care?

IT'S HORRIBLE

[whatsinthepipe]

[ BUT- BUT. Hrrrrrrn. ]

I suppose not every man has an understanding of sophistication or decency.

[ ...and she really should have known better than to leave this book out in plain sight. Jeez. ]

[black_onslaught]

Hey, I know more than enough about both of those, okay?

[It's Ragna's win, at least. That's totally all that matters -- her feelings are not in the equation.]