Eliot Durant (
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genessia2018-09-12 12:04 pm
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Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.
And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.
... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.
[action : various cities]
[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.
He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]
o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!
Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.
And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.
... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.
[action : various cities]
[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.
He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]
o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!
video;
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[Casual death suggestion? How does he respond to that?]
And, uh... No. I'm not exactly interested... Usually... E-Ever.
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May I ask how this would be an inconvenience for them? Are you a troublesome person?
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[he realizes how bad that sounds.]
I have a form of "retrograde amnesia." I can't keep memories for long. Even people sometimes slip out of mind.
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[ uncalled for. it's either that or some serious self-depreciation. ]
I wouldn't view any gaps in memory as an excusable reason to deprive yourself of having meaningful relationships.