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VASH THE STAMPEDE, tummy ache survivor (
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HOMOPHONIC 🌺 NETZACH
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piteous
2023-06-20 01:57 am (UTC)
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For... The art floor? So artbooks?
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abstractart
2023-06-20 02:00 am (UTC)
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Books about the art of the City, yeah. It's my job to study and sort the ones we collect.
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piteous
2023-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)
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I like reading, but I can't say I like sorting stuff—especially if it's a lot of stuff. A whole city's worth of books is
a lot.
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Vash maybe just thinks he isn't suited for employment.
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abstractart
2023-06-20 04:21 am (UTC)
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Yeah... it's always more work than it sounds like, and we're always bringing in more.
[having to do things... ugh.]
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piteous
2023-06-21 04:44 am (UTC)
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What would you do if you didn't have work, though?
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WHAT GIVES YOU PURPOSE.
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abstractart
2023-06-21 04:47 am (UTC)
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I don't really have another option.
[normal stuff.]
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piteous
2023-06-21 06:22 am (UTC)
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There had to be other things! The future is blank. Or was.
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abstractart
2023-06-21 06:26 am (UTC)
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I like to think so, yeah.
[until, you know, death.]
But... for now, I can't leave.
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[ REALLY EXPLAINS NOTHING ]
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[ Vash maybe just thinks he isn't suited for employment. ]
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[having to do things... ugh.]
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[ WHAT GIVES YOU PURPOSE. ]
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[normal stuff.]
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[ dead. ]
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[until, you know, death.]
But... for now, I can't leave.