01-25-2020, 01:16 AM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Aurum had been trying his best not to intrude on the quiet moment. He figured he would just come over, chat with Eulogy for a moment, and then he'd move along with his day. However, it seemed as though the universe had other plans, since the tigress was gently pushing a book in front of him, and Virgil and Kaito came in hot on his heels. He first addressed Kaito and Virgil, blinking at the two before he rumbled, tail flicking from side to side as he leaned away a little from the newly crowded aisle, "Poetry is... it's essentially the written word, just in a rhyming style so that it can usually convey more emphasis and emotion. Well, sometimes it doesn't rhyme... really, there's a lot of different kinds of poetry. It's usually just a form of writing that relies on emotion." That was really the best explanation he could supply Virgil with, considering he had never been a poetry kind of guy. When he heard Kaito, he smiled weakly, "Ah, poetry isn't really my thing. I mean, there's plenty of very pretty poems out there, but I don't really know any of the poets, or anything major about it." the proxy shrugged his shoulders a little at this, seeming sheepish about his own admission.
The lion then decided to turn his attention to the notebook that Eulogy had gently pushed to be in front of him, his one blue eye scanning carefully over the words and phrases. It was very pretty, and he could definitely see the meaning behind it, but he was still fairly sure if he ever tried to write any poetry, he'd bomb and have it be the worst poetry anyone had ever read. Still, he looked up at Eulogy with a bright smile, his voice warm as he spoke, "It's very nice, Eulogy... are you going to donate it to the library? I'm pretty sure we're always welcoming new stock." He glanced down at the rather fancy little stamp that she had plucked out of her bag, figuring that was what it was for. If it wasn't... well, he wasn't sure what it could be for.
The lion then decided to turn his attention to the notebook that Eulogy had gently pushed to be in front of him, his one blue eye scanning carefully over the words and phrases. It was very pretty, and he could definitely see the meaning behind it, but he was still fairly sure if he ever tried to write any poetry, he'd bomb and have it be the worst poetry anyone had ever read. Still, he looked up at Eulogy with a bright smile, his voice warm as he spoke, "It's very nice, Eulogy... are you going to donate it to the library? I'm pretty sure we're always welcoming new stock." He glanced down at the rather fancy little stamp that she had plucked out of her bag, figuring that was what it was for. If it wasn't... well, he wasn't sure what it could be for.
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— Reggan