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text; un; dandelionwine

[concierto]

[This text might or might not have been for you... A misfire that isn't entirely sober either- Hello!]

I’ve found that there is an epically long poem called The Faerie Queene by a sir named Edmund Spenser. Apparently one of the longest ones to ever exist. Would you listen if I read every verse to you?

un: Red XIII

[feralhumanity]

[Who is this? Nanaki wasn't expecting any messages, and suddenly he gets a text from someone who he doesn't know. It takes a little bit to reply, but with his new kinetic magic he manages to type back a response.]

Who is this?

[concierto]

... Isn't it a bit rude to ask who this might be without introducing yourself first?

I thought we were better than acquaintances.

[feralhumanity]

You're the one who contacted me first.

Aren't you the one who should do introductions?

[concierto]

I was trying to reach out to you. I have to sing you these verses of the fairy queen. Who else would I sing them to?

[feralhumanity]

Someone you know?

But, if you insist, I suppose you already have my attention... How long is it?

[concierto]

How did that one song go I heard...

Somebody that I used to know~

Ah! But I believe the poem is well over a thousand pages! Isn't that a wonderful feat?!

[feralhumanity]

[SLOW BLINK.]

You intend to type out a thousand pages?

[concierto]

No, I intend to read them out loud to you. I would sing it but I think even I can't sing for that long of a time...

[feralhumanity]

Why not pick something shorter then?

[concierto]

Something as less epic as this? Don't be silly.

[feralhumanity]

[He's not going to get out of this, will he? He sighs.]

Fine. But don't be alarmed if I fall asleep during it.

[concierto]

Really? I thought you'd put up more of a fight than this!

[feralhumanity]

I was planning to take a nap soon anyway, and you seem insistent.

[concierto]

When did you start taking naps of all things...?

[Someone is starting to get suspicious that he might not be talking to who he thinks he is...]

[feralhumanity]

I've always taken naps. Why is this so surprising?

[concierto]

I thought you hated naps... And sleeping in general...?

[feralhumanity]

Why would I hate sleeping?

[He pauses, a thought coming to him.]

I have a question. What is my name?

[concierto]

Very funny, although if you want to come running to me because I called your name then by all means. ;)

[feralhumanity]

Called your..?

I believe you are mistaken. Unless the name you called was Nanaki.

[concierto]

Who's Nanaki?

That sounds like a type of candy.

[feralhumanity]

I am Nanaki. That's my name.

This is who you've been talking to all this time. Whoever you think I am, I am not that person.

[concierto]

[..........]

Well that explains quite a lot. Ehehehe.

My apologies, I thought you were someone who might enjoy poetry and midnight chatting! I hope you can forgive the flirting!

[feralhumanity]

Well, all things considered, this wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Normally I do not mind late night talking, but I assume you would prefer to speak to who you actually intended to contact.

[concierto]

Hm, Well you've been much more inclined to listen to me than a certain someone.

So tell me my friend, do you actually have an interest in poetry?

[feralhumanity]

Perhaps if you didn't message him at midnight he might ne more inclined to listen to you.

I haven't really had many opportunities to listen to poetry, so I'm not exactly an expert on the matter.

[concierto]

Hm, no. I think bothering him when he knows how to expect it is better.

[Seems that Venti is used to bullying that person at midnight.]

Then excuse my first idea! Perhaps I can send you some poetry for someone who is only first learning to appreciate it! Nothing pages long. Once you're well-read you can even write your own for anyone you might fancy.

[feralhumanity]

[Is bullying your friends really friendship, Venti??]

Hm. I would not say no to learning something new.

[He's never been one for writing or literature, but he does like hearing stories. Were poems like stories?]

Though perhaps at a more reasonable hour.

[concierto]

[Yes...........]

Aw, come now. Sometimes the best stories come from a mind that is on the verge of dreams.

[feralhumanity]

Shouldn't the listener be more aware so that they can appreciate it, though?

[concierto]

Yes and no...!

Alright, I'll let you rest your head. But next time, prepare for a few poems that might be better suited to your liking. Is that alright?

[feralhumanity]

[Well, at least he's allowing him to sleep...]

Very well. I can agree to that arrangement.

[concierto]

[For now...!]

Good! Sleep well, friend!

[feralhumanity]

You as well. When you go.