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[defies_reason]

[You might suspect this to be an accidental post. You might not be wrong. Isaak is sitting in a comfortable armchair, his device clearly recording from a table beside him. He's not looking at it; he's reading a book, while classical music plays rather loudly in the background.

After a time, he looks up-- not at the camera, merely away from his book, and says--]

The coming and going does become tiresome, after a time, doesn't it.

[And a moment after, without looking, reaches over to turn off the feed.]

Comments

[defies_reason]

Then for what were you apologising?

[water_wine_wizard]

I don't know. I felt like I should at the time.

Hi. I'm Laruna. Who are you?

[defies_reason]

Isaak.

[water_wine_wizard]

Nice to meet you.

So, did you have someone you didn't like return or someone you like leave?

[defies_reason]

I can't be frustrated without divulging the personal details?