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🌱 which muse is the most gullible

It’s not really fair to call gullible. Moreso open minded.  Walker knows what he perceives to be ‘truths’, but if you come in telling him something different, his first instinct is question more instead of flat out saying it’s wrong, even if it’s something outlandish. His curiosity opens him up to certain layers of belief that most others won’t offer, aaand maybe that could lead to him being tricked from time to time, but he usually carries enough grains of salt that internally, he’s just fine.

Maybe a biiit more on the line of classic gullibility would be 41, but honestly, his senses are kinda close to Walker’s too? So shr ug s

🐢 which muse always runs late

It really does depend what for, but 53 and 74′s attendance records depend a lot on their mood. 74 just cuz they like to be chaotic, 53 cuz, if he doesn’t want to? He won’t. And if he’s being forced, he’s going to let you know he’s displeased from the moment he walks in, 15 minutes late with starbucks.

How much comfort some take in the privacy of a frosted window.

Does a question without a concrete answer have any uses or is one only to think on questions when able to come up with a concrete answer? Do philosophical discussions have any value to your muse? Is knowledge only of value when it can be put to practical use?

Ooooh~ Interesting choice. Let’s take into consideration, why is the writing red?

Philosophy could ponder all sorts of things~ But whether blood or ink, does it matter? Is the one riddling it out a hired detective or a passing bystander, is the thing~? The information is more useful to one of these people, isn’t it? No?

What does this have to do with the initial questions up there?

What is your muse’s definition of love, and how much value do they believe it has?

Love is...

             a form of   [ dıɥsɹǝʍǝıʌ ] of something  greater than yourself

a past,                                a present,                            a future

something indispensable                                          something unremarkable

                       something fantastically, all-consumingly ordinary

Love isn’t worth anything;              but without it, ʇnɥs pǝnlɓ ǝɹɐ sǝʎǝ

         Everyone loves something.       Everyone lives for something.

“A marriage proposal... On grounds like this?

“I know you’ve been watching. This lovesick, twisted television drama we’re all left to call our lives. I know you know what sort of things we face--

“I know you know my marriage is on the rocks... That my family is falling apart, that my children are homeless. I’ve barely slept, eaten, showered in days, toiling over this..!  I know you know how close my wife is to learning of my secret love affair with 26 atop it all! And then you propose to me!?

“How am I supposed to refuse such an alluring mystery!? The forbidden beauty of a face I cannot see-!  The only hints of who you are scrawled between the lines of such a gorgeously composed love letter!? I can feel your charm and wit and true love etched into every last stroke! I know you know I cannot refuse!!!!