One-Hundred and Ninety-Fourth Position
Mn~ Fakir~ The City has been so generous to supply me with the missing moments of your life, my uselessly shy brother. You haven't told me half of this happened, neither did you, Ahiru. I'm disappointed. Look what I found this morning:
There are better ways to declare yourself to a lady. Must your sister teach you basic manners?
How sweet of you to share a moment together. The next pair I admit are not as tender.
Harsh critics? I wonder what was going on there.
This better have an explanation! Hmpf. Why did you slap my Prince like that? If you left a bruise on him, I won't be happy. Let's hope for the good of your reputation that your answer is a good one, or I would post a picture where you compromise Ahiru's possibilities of marriage. Go on, Fakir, deny your feelings after you went so far with her.
A warning notice to all the poor artists who decided to adorn our majestic Opera Abandoned with their eyesore messages. Dare to do it again and I will find you and make you paint it exactly as it was using your tongues as brushes. Fakir could make himself useful for a chance in writing this. Hmpf. There is a lack of respect in this City when the medium citizen behaves like an uncultured savage.
Why did I care to vote? It makes no difference-- all promises were empty. This place is a satire, a mockery of our lives where we can't control our own fates. We are still here and the people who murdered them were never punished for their crimes. They were too afraid to face them. I was scared to against that angel.
What if I'm next?
(ooc; the link is OOC. SHOWER BRB).
There are better ways to declare yourself to a lady. Must your sister teach you basic manners?
How sweet of you to share a moment together. The next pair I admit are not as tender.
Harsh critics? I wonder what was going on there.
This better have an explanation! Hmpf. Why did you slap my Prince like that? If you left a bruise on him, I won't be happy. Let's hope for the good of your reputation that your answer is a good one, or I would post a picture where you compromise Ahiru's possibilities of marriage. Go on, Fakir, deny your feelings after you went so far with her.
A warning notice to all the poor artists who decided to adorn our majestic Opera Abandoned with their eyesore messages. Dare to do it again and I will find you and make you paint it exactly as it was using your tongues as brushes. Fakir could make himself useful for a chance in writing this. Hmpf. There is a lack of respect in this City when the medium citizen behaves like an uncultured savage.
Why did I care to vote? It makes no difference-- all promises were empty. This place is a satire, a mockery of our lives where we can't control our own fates. We are still here and the people who murdered them were never punished for their crimes. They were too afraid to face them. I was scared to against that angel.
What if I'm next?
(ooc; the link is OOC. SHOWER BRB).