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[softlyfalling]

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[selfpreservationist]

[raven smiles as they walk along, adjusting his hand only to make it more comfortable for shrike to hold]

Not the type to change things up so easily, hm?

[softlyfalling]

Ah... I guess not.

After all, I suppose I woke up here with the instinct already in place to be up at the crack of dawn and make my bed with military precision, so... old habits die hard, apparently.

...I guess I know you're a fellow library fan, but any other hobbies, yet?

[selfpreservationist]

Nothing that's captured my attention nearly as much, although... there are a few things with potential. I... mentioned the waltz to you before.

[softlyfalling]

...well, I suppose there's another thing we could do at some point, if you're still game for it.

[selfpreservationist]

Sometime, yes. I enjoy music... well, not all music. Classical music in particular.

What about you? What hobbies do you enjoy here? Working out early in the morning doesn't count.

[softlyfalling]

Er... reading, I suppose. I suppose I do enjoy cooking for people... also, I guess, taking pictures to remember things by.

...sometimes I write poetry, but it's a little embarrassing.

[selfpreservationist]

I know that feeling. I've tried to write a bit, myself... but I threw it all away.

[softlyfalling]

I'm sure it wasn't that bad. Though I suppose it depends on what you're writing for.

[selfpreservationist]

It wasn't something I wanted anyone else to read. I haven't gotten to the point where I think any of it is good enough to show off.

Nero told me there's a tradition with poetry, where you're from.

[softlyfalling]

Ah—something you send to lovers, you mean.

There's plenty of other reasons to write, it, too, but—well, I suppose that's why I started.

[selfpreservationist]

... to lovers, hm.

[softlyfalling]

A long tradition of beautiful romance and extremely saucy verse, in some cases.

...I won't pry, if you don't want me to.

[selfpreservationist]

[--chuckles, surprised]

That's my line. All the romantic and... saucy... poems I know are all written by masters of the craft.

[softlyfalling]

Mm... well, I'm definitely not a master of the craft, but maybe for that sort of thing, it's that it conveys what you feel that matters?

[ and there's the station. ]

...maybe it's similar to why I take photographs. I don't think I'm that good at it, but they mean something to me, so it matters?

[selfpreservationist]

You enjoy photography?

[softlyfalling]

It was something I had to learn, but... I suppose I like having a reminder of good memories, to make them... feel more real.

[selfpreservationist]

... can I see them?

[softlyfalling]

Oh, um—sure, if you'd like, although they're nothing special...

[ she passes him her phone—

there's some pictures from some things that seem like dress-up events, wherein she's dressed ordinarily but posed with a younger boy in a butler outfit and one with Persephone in a maid dress. then a few where she's wearing a very short dress at what looks like a party, at times accompanied by Nero or the short reddish-haired girl from sensitIV; one of a very nice tea set on a table; a slightly grainy outdoors photo of lanterns floating into the sky; sprouts in the dirt.

she seems to take a lot of candids from around the avante dorm, too, which include some cute photos of Nero in the kitchen or fallen asleep covered in kittens probably. ]

[selfpreservationist]

[he scrolls through them, his expression getting softer and softer]

These pictures... they tell me a lot about what kind of person you are.

[softlyfalling]

Oh, I, er—hope that's a good thing.

[selfpreservationist]

It is. But, to be fair, I... thought you were someone worth admiring before.

[softlyfalling]

Ah—you're really too kind...

[ GEEZ!!! ]

I'm just... trying to keep in mind the beautiful things about living, and this helps.

[selfpreservationist]

[...

squeezes her hand]

Maybe I should give it a try. There's a camera in my phone, too, after all.

[softlyfalling]

[ huffs lightly, ]

Well, I can only recommend it, I suppose, and—

It wouldn't be bad to have some kind of commemorative photo from this, actually.

[selfpreservationist]

[hands her back her phone]

Want to take one now?