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[onlyasong]

How fascinating to see the moon from this perspective rather than from the earth. To closely see that which is light only to realize the darkness hidden within makes for fun contemplation. What is truly light? Who's to say it cannot equally be called dark, hmm~? Light and dark, good and bad: who can say whether one or the other exists. (◡‿◡✿)

Also, Lord Vessalius, should you still be here, I would like to request your presence for that midnight stroll this evening. (◕‿◕✿)

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(voice)

[onlyasong]

[Ah, so many familiar persons greeting her albeit it so late! It feels oddly pleasant, really, being remembered enough to even gain a greeting from Break. Hmm the nickname she used for him had been...]

I am not nearly bright enough to exist outside among the stars, Mr. Fox.

[Nope. She just sat back and enjoyed watching the zombies walk around. They were fun!! They should come back and play again! :3 So no moon!Sablier this time.]

(voice)

[maddeninghatter]

[ She had called him that, he remembers dimly. More mixed feelings. Yet his knowledge of Lacie's fate is enough to temper even his own prodigious self-pity. ]

I think you'd light up whatever dark place you found yourself cast into.

(voice)

[onlyasong]

[That particular wording gains slightly twisted, if amused smirk from Lacie. She even laughs. How closely to home this hits. Shame that lighting up something is impossible while you're ceasing to exist.]

Many a lady must have been swayed by such a flattering tongue. [a beat.] However, what makes you certain I am light rather than dark?

(voice)

[maddeninghatter]

Ha! Ha! Ha!

[ Going to be just, ah, sidestepping all of that. ]

Then could I swaaay you into having a spot of tea with me?

(voice)

[onlyasong]

[Oh no no, stop and do not pass go. Sidestepping won't happen nearly so easily~]

How confident you are to ask this bold an inquiry while ignoring another. [Thoughtful humming.] Or might this be hubris?

(voice)

[maddeninghatter]

[ Deliberately misunderstanding: ]

You want a list of my conquests?

Whyyy, a gentleman would never reveal such a thiiing~!

(voice)

[onlyasong]

[She hums, her amusement easily heard.]

Then a true gentleman you are not. Few pass up the opportunity to brag of their conquests to lure a new one to their bed chambers, lest you have no bragging to speak of.

(voice)

[maddeninghatter]

Oh, I say! In that case —

[ He affects a theatrically smarmy voice: ]

Would you like to become notch forty-seven on my bedpost, milady? I'm trying for an even fifty before the end of the month, heh heh heh!

(voice)

[onlyasong]

[Laughter comes from her end/]

Only if you would be so kind as to forgive me for not knowing which number to ascribe to you.

[She has to admit that this conversation partner is a particularly fun one. Maybe a bit of tea together isn't that bad an idea.]

Tea does sound a lovely idea, however.

(voice)

[maddeninghatter]

Meet me in the cafeteria; I'm there already. You won't have any difficulty locating me. My hair is white, and my eyes are just like yours.

[ He won't explain that last bit, nor how he knows what color her eyes are, instead ending the transmission right then. ]