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Once upon a time, there were two kings who lived in two separate kingdoms and sat upon two separate thrones; one kingdom was in a valley bathed in light and had bountiful harvests and green, green grass for all the livestock to live on, whereas the other was on a mountain bathed in darkness and suffered drought and famine and so forth, and many of the animals were sickly and the residents were poor. One day, after many weeks of rainfall, a powerful storm hung on the horizon, and the king in the dark kingdom offered the other king and his residents shelter on the mountain with them, for while life was difficult there, their height lent them protection from the dangerous flow of the river below, the same river that allowed the light kingdom to flourish so easily in better times.

"And why should I do that!" cried the king. "We are so comfortable where we are. How could you ask us to give that up, to live life in suffering like you?"

And when storm came, the river overflowed and swallowed the light kingdom, choking the life out of all those bountiful harvests and green, green grasses, and those who didn't drown succumbed to illness and starvation soon after.

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What about it made you think it was perky?

Ironically perky.

You're hardly in a lighthearted mood, are you? What happened, usually you're attuned to my humor.

I'll be over there today.

Lovely. You'll see me painting.

What fun.

That's good. You know I always value artistic expression.

Always?

I think so.

I seem to remember otherwise. We'll see, we'll see, perhaps you simply don't know.

Do you think that's the case?

It might be the case that I don't know.

Are you humoring me?

What are you painting?

Art.

Well, I look forward to seeing it, then.

Why are you dodging my questions?

It depends on what you mean by art. The artistic expression thing. My parents thought they were creating art, and I say no. They weren't.

I think talking about your godawful parents on an open network like this is a really good idea, Katurian, are you always so chalk full of really good ideas?

Besides. What I do and what your parents did is nothing alike, anyone with the capacity to think critically can understand that much.

You asked me why I was dodging your questions, and I told you. That's all I'm saying.

I know it's different.

I meant my other questions, about why you're so moody. It's worrisome.

-- And also the one about humoring me, that concern still stands.

You always think I'm moody.

True. Moodier, then, does that satisfy you?

I already told you I'm going to meet you in person. We'll talk there, if you think I'm "moodier." 

Off an open network.

You don't want your friends knowing our conversation? Oh Katurian, how mysterious.

You should know I do not like talking about my moods in public. Like you do not like talking about your moods in public.

Oh and I would change that, but for the life of me, I cannot seem to get this private function to work. It is so peculiar.

What a curious turn.

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