romance isn't dead, just bleeding heavily.

[poison_pearl]

I have experienced but one Valentine's Day in my lifetime; that is, been in a place where there are others taking notice of it. At Briar House, it was just but another day to spend at our work, cataloging those results of the day.-Because anyone with any sense can tell that those cards can be sent with but one ultimate goal, whatever nonsense about

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[feedthegreed]

Alright, s'Valentine's Day on Cuba and that means I best be on my best behaviour if I'm gonna be gettin' any tonight. Which I will. But, can't get any on an empty stomach I always say, so I grab a piece a toast and take a bite 'fore I reach over for the bacon, careful not to disturb the bird who's treatin' her food as though she were in theater. "Excuse my reach," I say, flashin' her a polite smile.

[poison_pearl]

I return the callow-looking fellow a smile that is made of politeness and little else. "Not at all," I say.

Passing for normal does weary me, at times. I think I look forward to having a moment to myself, once I am done with breakfasting. I spear one of the last pieces of bacon on my plate with a fork and consume it, and decide I am done.

"And a good day to you," I add, standing and walking away.

Into, it seems, an invisible wall; the impact is such that I stumble backwards onto the stool I had only just risen from and sit there, blinking at nothing.

[feedthegreed]

I'm swallowin' my second piece of bacon when she's suddenly sittin' down again, quick as she left and, stiflin' a laugh, I turn to look at her. "Are you alright?" I ask, raisin' an eyebrow. S'not exactly normal behaviour, that.

[poison_pearl]

"I'm quite fine," I say, shaking my head to clear it before standing up and attempting to stride off.-Attempting, I say, because I run straight into the same obstacle. As far as my eyes can tell it is formed of nothing at all.