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it can only be activated by realizing ur idiocy the Second ur fool hands are clicking Send

[adamantlyardent]

I know I barely know you, but I'd imagine "modest" is not a word to describe you with.

i can do that already. im halfway there

[borntobebard]

Oh, first you deny my aid and then you insult my modesty!

the power is yours

[adamantlyardent]

I mean no insult, truly. I only base my judgment on what little I know; when I think of modesty, I don't think of spontaneous bursts of song on the street.
If you're offended, I apologize.

[borntobebard]

Truly offended!
Although I prefer the term "boisterous".

[adamantlyardent]

I'm sorry. I won't make remarks like that again.

[borntobebard]

Fret not, I merely jest. I suppose you'll just have to make it up to me though.

[adamantlyardent]

For as much as I prefer the written word, when it's being exchanged between persons there's too much uncertainty. Don't tease me as if I've done harm!

[borntobebard]

Oh dear, is it I who need to make it up to you? If so, let me help you...

[adamantlyardent]

With what, exactly?

[borntobebard]

Your dismissal pit, of course. Allow me to sit with you while you write, free of judgement. And I could do with an extra set of ears for my own writing anyway, my room mates are quite useless when it comes to understanding and critiquing my musical process.
When creative minds like ours come together it's quite beautiful.

[adamantlyardent]

[after quite the delay:]

I don't believe I'm brave enough for that.

[borntobebard]

When do you write? How? Is it always alone?

[adamantlyardent]

Alone, yes. Alone in a crowd is still alone, but I prefer to be estranged from the noise.
I don't mind listening to your work, but sharing my own would be asking too much of me.

[borntobebard]

Then do not share, merely create in the same space. In silence if you must.

[adamantlyardent]

That may be more acceptable.

[borntobebard]

Marvellous! Then we simply must meet again to share our creative space together.

[adamantlyardent]

And I imagine that will be soon, considering your eagerness.
Does that mean you've managed to find your footing well enough already?

[borntobebard]

I have absolutely no clue what's going on one day to the next. That's not much different from normal though. Did it take you long to adjust?

[adamantlyardent]

It was a gradual thing; once the major shocks had worn down, the rest eventually fell into place best they could.
Still, there is always something novel or new that pops up in a world this dense; if you can roll with the punches as they say, you ought to manage.

[borntobebard]

Shocking is one way of putting it. Was your world similar to this?

[adamantlyardent]

Oh, hardly. The city I was born and lived in was much more beautiful, quieter, and the air far cleaner by comparison. Much more greenery, no concrete. I don't believe my nose will ever be very comfortable with the foul stink of the vehicles here.

[borntobebard]

Yes, it is quite the stench, isn't it? But considering some of the smells I've encountered at the shit coated villages and cities I've visited, I'm not certain which is worse.
You had none of those vehicles where you're from then? Most I speak to seem to be familiar with them and all this technology.

[adamantlyardent]

Yes, and several will look at you oddly if you find them unnerving.
Considering the state of you when I found you, I assume we're more similarly estranged from all of this. I suppose I can reassure you that you'll find the means to put up with the nonsense; there's actually quite a great deal of convenience to counter it.

[borntobebard]

I'm actually growing to quite like the things this world has to offer. Hot water especially. Showers are perhaps one of the most marvellous creations I've ever encountered.

[adamantlyardent]

Have you encountered "bath bombs" yet?