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"wow, i absolutely love your hair! does it take you long to style at all?"

"Hello, Olympia. How have you been?"

yeahhh i think so

"Something the matter, Master?"      The voice jolted Phantom from his absent wanderings, returning to reality as he turned crimson eyes to his companion. The sableye sat at his usual perch, nestled atop his right shoulder with a hand against his neck for support.      "No, it's nothing..." The boy sighed. There was a sense of idleness about him; of stagnant boredom, and a want for company. There was no work to be done, nothing in the house that needed tending.      A soft sigh whispered through his fangs, hands clasping a warm mug of coffee. It was comforting, he thought. Like having his fire back; close to it, at least. Eyes lifted from the warm liquid to wander across the coffee shop, watching each face for a time before returning to the coffee.      "Mmmmnnh, it's quiet today," he observed, stretching out his legs beneath the table....      .....only to trip the woman walking past.       "Oh!" The boy stood, embarrassed worry across his face as a hand moved to help. "Are you alright, miss?"

                    ❛  well if you aren't going to give me your chandelure,                                     i suppose i'll simply have to take it.  ❜

ive done it twice before with my some of other blogs and i feel like it really helps

"Well... I suppose I can't refuse. It's a start, in any case."