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[manlet]

Man becomes monster: what a common theme throughout human literature. Yet in this world, it's an aspect of life that's hardly worth batting an eye at. Were Shakespeare here, he'd cream himself over the ripe psychological suffering among the Mirrorbound. Him, or certain nuns...

[bro what the FUCK are you talking about]

Thinking about those two in cahoots gives me an ulcer. I feel like vigorously scrubbing my brain smooth, so I can't picture it! Maybe that way, I won't be beset by stupid thoughts!

But I am, unfortunately, sentient, and I will continue to suffer this farce of an existence. As if that wasn't enough, I've been plagued by a question for the past few days. Witches, I'm not talking to you. You can gawk and stare if you'd like, I certainly can't stop you from being voyeurs.

Monsters. What are your feelings towards being pet? Is there truly a polite way to ask for a petting?

Comments

[manlet]

You didn't answer my question, Saber.

[arturiarex]

Which question was that?

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[manlet]

If you wanted to be pet, how would you go about asking for it?

[THAT WASNT THE ORIGINAL QUESTION AT ALL]

[arturiarex]

I do not and I wouldn't.

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[manlet]

You may change your mind when the full moon addles your brain.

[arturiarex]

I do not intend to allow that to happen.

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[ Again. ]

[manlet]

Not even if I asked nicely, Your Majesty?

[arturiarex]

It is not dignified nor the place of a king to be pet.

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[manlet]

You'd let your furry ears go to waste, then? Shameful.

[arturiarex]

I do not have furry ears.

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[manlet]

Oh? Will you grow a fuzzy tail instead? Come to think of it, I never got wind of what sort of Monster you are.

[arturiarex]

I have already grown a lion's tail.

I do not yet know what monster I am becoming, however.

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