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[adamantlyardent]

Surely I'm not the only person in this world who would've lent you a hand.

you edited that so quick even my notifs didn't see the original

[borntobebard]

Perhaps not, but I'm no psychic. I think you should just accept credit where it's due.

i can backpedal faster than my ocs can

[adamantlyardent]

Pity you're not the one who has a say on what's due or not.
In any case, you need not feel yourself required to go to any great lengths on my behalf just to settle some kind of debt. In fact, I'm the one who still owes you the return of your kerchief.

teach me ur ways

[borntobebard]

You make it exceptionally difficult to display gratitude when you won't let a modest bard sing to you or throw down a rope. I shall crawl down and sit in the pit if I must.

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.