The world keeps turning.

It feels as if someone has walked over my grave. 🙂

Hm…

Quite the chill in the air today…

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How terribly unamusing.

I have always been a seeker.

Not what I am called.

It all hums. A choir, slowly rising, cresting, falling. The universe continues to spin.

Without seeing it, you can't understand it, right?

“Sit and be bored, if you wish.” Paying him no mind.

Cares not, he says. Hah. …Of course.

“Then do not bite them, child. Begone with you, go.” Shoo.

Pulling away. “We do not bite people.” So stern. “If you are angry, then say it, boy.”

Hah.

You think that I have? How shameful of you, Raihan. How self absorbed. You got hurt, didn’t you? And now you want me to pay far past my dues, though I pay my penitence every day. What will people think, I wonder?

Dear me, what violence you’re inclined to. Do what you will— I’m sure you’ll do well with your punishment afterwards. Really, Raihan. Do pick it up.

Unable to handle it yourself, aren’t you?

Coward.

[ 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳. ]

Prompting, bossing, talking… all the same to you, aren’t they? What a pity.

Yet you’ve ignored all else I’ve attempted to teach you. You have not learned this from me, either. Try again.

Something unfamiliar to your tongue, isn’t it?

…Finally. How bored I was.

One does tire of such things.

Bede, this is not Sligoogle.

Music is medicine for the soul, they say.

Good heavens.

One can look out of the window. Yet another may never open it.

Ever so entertaining, aren’t you?

There is a radio in the distance. A radio of the world. Playing sounds— music, news, a litany of voices speaking to you. Good morning, Galar. Macro Cosmos, providing quality content. Are you listening?

[ 𝘾𝘾𝙈𝙇.𝘾𝙊 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚. ] ⓘ 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 (𝟏𝟕:𝟎𝟎-𝟏𝟗:𝟑𝟎 ) 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.

What a pitiful display.

Monotony. How droll.

“Penny and Peonia.” Melancholy soft and peach-bruised. “Those are lovely names. Are they well? . . . Are you?”

“You have always been harsh and honest in equal measure.” That hurts. A soft pause. “Girls, Peony..?”

Eyes sliding over and away from his brother’s face. “What a surprise. I’m charmed, really.”

I have said only four words. Harmless ones at that.

…Peony.

Bells. I hear bells.

How refreshing. I was the previous chairman of the Galarian League, if it happens to ring a bell for you.

Truly? How surprising.

Rose. A pleasure.

. . .

😟

…My elder brother.

and in spite of everything i've done i wish you all the happiness in the world

Hm. Perhaps.

Simply thinking aloud. One grows weary repeating themself, that is all.