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[tristfully]

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

Anyway. Who's excited about the ski trip?

Comments

[tristfully]

I hadn’t considered it before but maybe he’s the thing in the mirror. Surely that’s grounds for dismissal.

[Harrison]

How’re you doing?

You seemed very frustrated the other day.

[illtemperedhart]

Could be. It seems [...] out of character, but I guess you never really know most people that well.

[...]

[Viola]

Fine.

What day? I'm always frustrated.

[tristfully]

Ah, the devastating impossibility of being known. I'm glad I'm not alone with that notion.

[Harrison]

I guess it doesn't matter, if that's your base state anyway.

[illtemperedhart]

Most people just aren't very upfront about who they are.

[Viola]

[...] You don't need to worry about me, if that's why you were asking.

[tristfully]

Perhaps they just don't know.

[Harrison]

I'm only being polite.

[illtemperedhart]

Also possible.

[Viola]

Thanks?

Viola/Harrison

[tristfully]

It's easier to read what you want me to say when I'm looking at you.

Viola/Harrison

[illtemperedhart]

[...] I don't need you to say anything in particular. Or be polite with me, even.

Viola/Harrison

[tristfully]

Yes, but I don't like it when you're short.

Viola/Harrison

[illtemperedhart]

I'll try to be less short, but it's pretty second nature. Try not to read into it.

Viola/Harrison

[tristfully]

Reading into things is pretty second nature for me but I’ll try.