If You Don't Have Classes, What Are You Usually Doing??

If you don't have classes, what are you usually doing??

Coursework for the classes, of course.

Also—remembering I have a corporeal form when it’s inconvenient. And not-sleeping. Quite a lot of not-sleeping, as, to an extent, I feel like I read 24/7, but a lot of it is lowbrow procrastination reading, so one way or another it’s some form of media consumption.

You've done Rhian's morning routine, so what's your morning routine??

My routine varies based on the time of year, or where I am, but generally, I wake, dress, wash up, otherwise groom, etc., have breakfast (and often, read while I eat), arrange hard copies for that day, if there are any, and go to class, if I have a class that day. It’s not that narratively compelling, so I hope I haven’t disappointed, haha.

How much time are you usually on your phone for??

I'm not sure, and luckily, I don't seem to get eyestrain. Probably, I'm on it for far longer than is advisable. And still yet, it's convenient. To be fair, I don't often carry books around with me, and my laptop is often unwieldy in a public setting. So? Phone it is.

French rose.

I'm kidding. (Tell me I'm funny.)

Fern.

You are funny.

You also win a prize for responses that always seem to make me do a double take or rethink things!

It’s rare that I find a completely instrumental song that reminds me of Rafal (forewarning: this is an entirely subjective interpretation), so I present to you: "All Night" by Parov Stelar. To me, it seems to track his character progression, Rise through Fall.

It starts out quick; Rafal doesn't spare anyone a second glance aside from Rhian, generally.

A certain part, in which the music speeds up, the tension mounting, conveys a sense of urgency, reflecting the speed of his return, his overpowering need to get back.

It's got creeps of emotion that are ruthlessly quashed, like how Rafal cuts his ties with others, as he suppresses and denies his humanity the right to interfere in what he does for his own sake (and sometimes the balance), and the recursiveness just feels obsessive. The song always returns to the regular and methodical, the walking pattern.

Then, it slows around the midpoint and deepens in pitch, as he genuinely starts to struggle in Fall as his powers start to fail him, while he has a limp, and he obliterates any attachment he feels to almost everyone, only to not win.

space

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Wow, I’m flattered that you consider me intimidating, Anon. Though, I suspect that if I met anyone from here irl without knowing it was them, I’d either eventually bore you (it’s happened, alas), or I’d be more awkward than you and the conversation would go no further than basic pleasantries (a frequent result of seeing people I already know and discovering I have nothing substantial to say to them and that I’ve what little I knew about them decayed).

That said, if you ever want to dm me, in the near or far future, I’m willing to talk! I am nice, hopefully. (Sometimes, I forget to start with small talk. My fault, no one else’s. Don’t worry.) There’s a chance that stating all this outright probably makes you less inclined to believe me, whatever I say from here forward. Or, this guess could be incredibly contrived and I’ve anticipated nothing in this one-way “conversation.” So, I will just leave it up to you to judge me.

And if this is any help, I am actually cowardly—despite the fact that I write about murder and torture on occasion.