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[passio]

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening!'
'O-wah, o-wah, o-wah!'
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'

A poem by Sakutaro Hagiwara, that I heard once from a friend. It seems things have calmed down since #FFFFFF arrived, but I wonder if that's the end of it.

How is everyone's literary analysis? I think we should be prepared for more mysterious messages, and maybe there's a way to prevent it before it gets bad.

Comments

[messianic]

[He doesn't see it as any great kindness... the bigger tragedy is that Dextera hasn't gotten the chance to hear more music, so isn't Minato just lucky he can help fix that?

Definitely just that.]

I don't mind at all. Just let me know when you'd like to meet up.

[Preferably soonish since he really isn't sure at this point how long his battery will last, even with the mp3 player turned off 90% of the time.]

[passio]

When are you free?

[ he doesn't want to miss his chance now that he's made the decision to check it out... he's ready for the 2009-era top 40. ]

[messianic]

Anytime, really. There's not much of a schedule here... so just let me know, and we can meet somewhere.

[Time to experience alternative instrumentals, Dex.]

[passio]

Hmm. Is tonight okay? I feel strangely excited.

[messianic]

[... That's cute. That's really cute, and he's pleased to hear it in his own way.

Dextera deserves more things to be excited about.]

That's fine. I'm in the Bluo district, generally, but I can meet you anywhere.