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[Maron had been in Luceti for a long while now. For that long while, she had gotten the chance to experience things she'd never imagine at home, mainly the weird stuff that the Malnosso threw at people. She had formed some nice friendships, had a job working to keep her mind from missing Momokuri at Seventh Heaven, and was still keeping her mask on "happy."
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
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Why would you say it's a mental illness? There's a reason for that, right?
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You can't control when it'll fall on you and it will change your brain chemistry immensely. Actions you wouldn't normally take and choices you wouldn't normally make seem more obvious. If it's something compromising your better judgement, there isn't a better word for it, right?
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I suppose not. But considering so many people fall "sick" with it I guess you can say, wouldn't that mean it's considered contagious? Or that people are all right with having such a thing?
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I just said it did, that they're stupid is that they embrace it without abandon.
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Don't be a moron.
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It can make a man do some stupid things.
[But he isn't answering the second part.]
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[That's all right. She can ask something similar, right?]
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Not that she was anonymous. But you know what I mean. Anyway, doesn't matter. If she's hanging around whoever's post this is I might as well hazard a comment or two too, right. Frankly, it might be the best way to remind myself to keep track.']
You know, it doesn't have to be anything really special. Most things aren't. Just like everything else, 90 percent of it is just normal day-to-day stuff.
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I think there are plenty of people who are in love without it getting super dramatic. Without it being a big deal. Just two people who know that they want to be with each other.
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There will be a response a few minutes later, after she's given some thought to all of that.]
But if you're just acting like you would be while being good friends, why not just stay that way? You don't have to call it love, you know? Friends want to be with each other too, sometimes more than others depending on that person.
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Yeah, but that's the thing. Even though it's not made of anything special, it becomes something special to them, you know? The whole is greater than the sum of the parts and stuff. Nothing they do has to be special as long as they feel like it is.
You don't have to call it anything if you don't want to. I think you only should call it love if that's what you want to call it. I guess. Again, not really that sure.
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['Which doesn't always help me, but things are different in those cases... right.']
I guess people make a big deal about it because it can come in different ways, and it can make people crazy for a while. But it doesn't have to. It doesn't have to be anything except what the people involved want it to be.
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[Whoops. Well, maybe it won't matter too much. Maron can write it off that she called him by name. Even if he figures it's someone he knows, figuring out who would be a chore.]
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I guess I wouldn't want it to be a big deal to anyone except us. We wouldn't have to talk about it a lot, but I'd want to [he pauses in writing for a second] not keep secrets. And to have regular fun and to be able to count on her.
['And for her to look like Asahina-san.']
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...just one moment while she processes that request.
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action | god Kyon, such a stalker
action | IT'S ALL HE HAS TO DO OK
action | stop being a hikikomori 8|
action | maybe you should drag him out
action | it'll happen at some point i'm sure.
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actionaction; hi i've been on hiatus and this comment makes me ship these two. damn it Linton! o9"
[Written]
Maybe he should say something. He doesn't know much, but he can't help but think that the others are missing something here.]
I... am still not sure what "love" means, what it is supposed to feel like. But some told me... that it is... not like any other feeling we will have.
[He hesitates after saying that, because he suddenly felt like that was... related to something he might have felt. Could it? But then he moves on.] They... also said that a
sahsacrefice is... needed. I... do not understand that part.[Written/anonymous]
[Don't worry, Beast. You aren't alone. She doesn't know what it means either.]
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