♥: Your muse crying about something
“Hey… hey, Saphir-kun, calm down…” Hakuba rested a hand on his shoulder, head tilting at him with a little smile, trying his best to be reassuring. “It’s all right. I won’t let that nasty Sailor Moon get you…”
He really didn’t have a problem with her personally. In fact, he thought she was a very sweet, though naive, champion of justice. But he couldn’t help adopting his words to fit the mood as he began to pet his back.
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“I’ was no’ inflammatory! How ever ya choose ta take i’ is no’ my faul’! I did nothin’ wrong, yere feelin’s are no’ my faul’, jus’ like mine are no’ yere’s. So dun say I was bein’ aggressive when tha’ was only how ya perceived i’ an’ no’ how i’ actually was!”
“Ridiculous… absolutely ridiculous. You are so naive and immature. You have no interpersonal communication skills. You are reckless. Brash. You don’t think about the consequences to your actions. You claim that you care about people, and yet you refuse to take responsibility for the actions that hurt others, whether you meant it intentionally or not.
"I cannot imagine what was going through your mind… how you thought that anyone wouldn’t have been insulted by your careless lack of thought. And this is precisely why I cannot stand to be around you.”
“This has actually been in our library for as long as I can remember but… I think you’ll take better care of it. It’s the manuscript for The Boscombe Valley Mystery that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote by hand. I remember that it’s your favorite so I thought you might like it. Happy birthday.”
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“This…. This is…”
“This can’t be… Is it really-?”
“B-but… Kudou-sen… Kudou-san…”
“I.. don’t even… know what to say…
"Really.. don’t..
"Ah..
"Kudou-sama…”
"Ah… th-thank you…“
