FELLAS IS IT GAY TO find a vampire collapsed in the streets so you bring him home with you and the next morning he's cooked you breakfast and you ask him to stay if he has no place to go and he stays with you and cooks and cleans for you but everybody else is suspicious of him and you find yourself having nightmares every night and your friends say you look paler these days and one night your nightmare features him standing bloodied over you and when you tell him about it he gets sad (he's been drinking your blood at night without telling you) and tells you he's moving out (he feels guilty about the feeding and he thinks he's endangering you by being there) but when he's about to leave your neighbour drops by and stabs him (your neighbour is a vampire hunter. or something) but he survives and comes back to tell you everything and that he's leaving fr this time so in desperation to not be parted you tell him to take you with him. as a companion. you would even let him make you a vampire. and he's touched by it but he bites you to make you fall unconcious and when you wake up he's gone and your coworker is there worried about you and when he asks whether your suspicious housemate is finally gone you say that yeah, he left you behind
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A3! Play-Off: Round 2 - Battle 1
Nocturnality vs The Floral Prince
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she got obsessed with the vampire song again
who?
the girl reading this
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[SEO KOTA]
You know, I don’t think I ever get tired of seeing you cook.
[KUTO REO]
Ah, one of these days I was planning to ask why you always sit there so intently. Haven’t you heard it’s not polite to stare?
[SEO KOTA]
Well, now you know. It helps me relax.
(REO stands with his back facing KOTA, but the audience is able to see the pleased smile on REO’S face.)
[KUTO REO]
(with a light laugh)
Is that so? Have you been finding work troublesome?
[SEO KOTA]
Not necessarily. Work is work, you know? It’s not that interesting. I suppose I haven’t been sleeping well recently, but it’s not like work has been stressing me more than usual… I don’t know. I apologize—that was a bit of a tangent. I’m sure this will pass, soon enough.
(REO’S expression visibly dims. He takes a long moment to steady himself before turning off the stove, and sitting across the table from KOTA.)
[KUTO REO]
…Soon enough, I’m sure.
[SEO KOTA]
Hm?
(REO’S head is bowed, eyes locked firmly on the table and dishes in front of him.)
[KUTO REO]
(spoken as he plates a dinner for one)
Your troubles with sleep. I’m sure they’ll pass soon enough. I’d like to see you doing alright.
[SEO KOTA]
As always, you’re sweet. This looks delicious, as well. Something like this… it’s definitely enough to make me feel more than alright.
(REO’S expression falters, and a bowl slips from his hands before KOTA catches it in a steadying two-handed grasp. Their fingers brush against each other, and linger before KOTA places the bowl down.)
[SEO KOTA]
Whoa! Are you okay?
[KUTO REO]
I’m fine.
[SEO KOTA]
Come to think of it, you look a little out of it. I know you said you’re used to keeping an irregular eating schedule, but if you’re hungry, we can just share. I don’t mind.
[KUTO REO]
(with a shake of the head that comes off as slightly forceful)
It’s alright. I was just lost in thought. Why don’t you eat before the food gets cold?
(KOTA begins to dig in, but his eyes stay locked on REO. REO looks away from KOTA. His gaze settles on the night sky.)
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It was freeing, this not caring. She was unmoored from everything: family, friends, home, her real life. Even time had stopped having meaning since she started at the Sun Down, the days and nights jumbled into a long stretch that was as understandable as ancient Sanskrit. She looked at people anchored by time – get up in the morning, go to sleep at night, come from from work at six o'clock – as people she politely shared the world with but didn't understand. Why did people bother? The nights were so long now; it was night in the morning and it was night now. It was all darkness broken briefly by muddled gray light. Even now it could be three o'clock in the morning as she sat in the traveling salesman's garden. Who was to say it wasn't?
— The Sun Down Motel (Simone St. James)
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Though the impulse to find some universal traits is well intentioned, it may also be hubristic. We can only know our own internal experience, after all, but we still want to project that experience onto others, to feel that their minds reflect our own. Of course, sometimes there are good reasons for deeming other people’s behavior “abnormal,” and asking them to change. The question is where the line is—when another person’s way of living or thinking can be invalidated, and by whom, using what measurements.
The answers people give to that question are inevitably shaped by invisible biases. In the U.S., a solitary nocturnal life might seem more mind-boggling than it would in other countries. On the one hand, it’s an individualistic culture, seemingly primed for people who want to build the life that works for them. On the other, it’s well documented that America is a particularly extrovert-centric nation. The historian Warren Susman called it a “culture of personality,” which glorifies being bold and being seen. From the time Carl Jung described the term extraversion in a popular 1921 book, it became linked in the U.S. to “self-improvement, independence and the go-getting American dream,” according to Fay Bound Alberti, a historian of emotions and the author of A Biography of Loneliness. Introversion, meanwhile, was associated with “loneliness.”
None of this means that social connection isn’t important. But perhaps we shouldn’t be so sure that connection means the same thing to everyone, or that there is any one way to live a fulfilling life.
— The Ultra-Introverts Who Live Nocturnally
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A3! Play-Off: Round 3 - Battle 1
Nocturnality vs +3Ghosts!
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