It’s hard being both fashionable and yet having no real means of money, in a very capitalistic society.
When I request to borrow some from anybody they mention my clothes mockingly saying I am, “Guccied down to the socks”.
I cannot stand capitalism.

Well, although I’m not allowed anywhere near the library, heh, I can’t help but express my well wishes and… almost pride in seeing how far you’ve come.
Another year to misery, hope, and the art in-between, forging your own melody and finding your own beat.
Congratulations.

Hah, this ‘Hatsune Miku’ character would make an amazing addition to the orchestra. I have always been interested in the fondness a truly artificial being would have for art.

There is so much beauty to be found in art, that amazing creation! A shame people are so uptight and too busy to work for it, expression comes second to work.

I think it would be very nice, save for all the puppets of course.
He does seem like an amicable person though, at the very least.

They would be most welcome.

Well isn’t that descriptive

Resonance is far away. The goal we set is so far away it seems impossible, and yet we fight for it regardless.

I’ve been musing for a long while now, it’s quite refreshing to truly think for oneself, free from and societal mental weight.

There is beauty in the color palette of demise.

Trying to call me normal may just be the most insulting thing I've heard, ouch. Have you learned nothing?
Jokes aside, I do believe it is. The feeling of growth is reciprocated, it finally seems as if you're happy.

It is pleasing to get to chat with you without weapons, as long as you remember that just because I'm sensible, doesn't mean I'm not a lunatic~

I am very pleased to hear us see eye to eye on a scale such as this, and you bring about many a solid point. We are the city, all of us, even you and your rainbow crew are still molded by it, it's a part of us, it's will.
That's that, and this is this; The City must always return to its rhythms

Ah, when we finished our battle at the very end of the Library's reign, I was finally able to accept you. In all honesty, I don't see you as that sickening of a man anymore
I do however, at least enjoy our rivalry, you make a fine rival (and its entertaining)

Perhaps a few misplays may have led to our defeat, but ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ are very much subjective.
I believe they have done nothing wrong.

Look at the world and tell me where life flourishes in strict order. Beauty lies in mess. In order, the goal is to have everything be the same!
And anyways, I’m sure you’re not much better, hehe~

Morning breaks once more! I extend my arms and welcome a new day, taking in the air, the pattern of the wind, the rhythm of the denizens below.
Today is a new day~

To be honest? I quite enjoy this turn. The sweepers seem quite lovely, I welcome them.

Ah, this uh, Night in the Backstreets seems a quite bit more active than normal...

Night already?

Incredibly colorful! I can’t help but be impressed at the freedom and growth displayed here!
10/10!

Waking up every morning has been quite blissful.
The feeling of the wind , the scent of blood that never seems to leave the city air~
It’s like the world has been awaiting me.

I love you too random denizen!

Oh… interesting. But others have no claim over my gender. No being controls us. My heart is free to be whatever I choose as our light so shines. What is to say me as “twink” if I am both an effeminate male and masculine woman?

What is with all of the "twink" comments in my replies? I am always open to new titles but I must wonder...

Ah, lovely to see you're still around!

In what state did I leave this mess of an account? It would seem fitting that I 'clean up' a bit if I am to stay here longer.

Ah, Bremen. A classic tale of German folklore about a quartet of animals attempting to go to a town, but stealing back from robbers on their way and deciding to stay within their re-stolen goods. Very similar to how the City beats, isn't it? Stumbling onto stolen money and intending to help, but not

Unfortunate to say really, despite my absence many familiar faces, and new ones, seem very hostile to my return. I was hoping time could heal the wound of mistake and bitterness, but the City must always return to its rhythms.

Ah~
You seem to be misinterpreting, I'm not here to assault the library again, just because I'm not so brutish like Roland doesn't mean I'm not stupid like him.
I only intend to help Roland here come to terms with things like he's still struggling to do.
Maybe some quality time will help~