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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

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[androidheart]

Sorry that my answer wasn't specific enough.

I am struggling to cope with challenges that I never asked for or have any desire to live with.

Is that better?

[fiddlestick]

Angela...
How specific you get is up to you.
You don't have to apologize if you don't want to talk about it
Just say so, okay?
I just worry and ask because we're friends.
And you can always talk to me if you want, but you don't HAVE to if you don't want.

I'm sorry you're having troubles though.
Is there anything I can do to help?

[androidheart]

I wish that you would give it to me when you think I need it.

Instead of asking me to tell you that I need it.

I'm a liar though, so who's really to blame?

Ha Ha Ha.

[fiddlestick]

What?
How can I give you help that I think you need when I don't know what's going on?

[androidheart]

Forget it.

[fiddlestick]

[There's a long delay in his response as he thinks.]

I know.
I'm going to be playing at the Catmosphere on Wednesday.
How about we make it a duet?

[androidheart]

No, sorry.

I can't play anymore

[fiddlestick]

What?
Why not?

[androidheart]

They took my hands and my arms and replaced them

[fiddlestick]

WHAT?!

Retrospec replaced your arms?!
That's horrifying!
With what?

[androidheart]

Arms made of metal. They shoot bullets.

It's disgusting.

[fiddlestick]

Yeah, it is.
I'm so sorry Angela.

[...]

But that doesn't mean you have to give up on music.

[androidheart]

They're going to take my guts, my throat, my voice, my brain, my legs and everything else.

I'm not even going to be me anymore.

It's pointless.

[fiddlestick]

They're not going to do that by Wednesday.

Come on Angela.
I can't sing in public anymore, but you know they always tip better if you sing.
I could use your voice.
And you could use the music.

[androidheart]

[. . .]

Maybe.

[fiddlestick]

We can play anything you'd like.
But I do have one song in mind that might help as an outlet if you don't have one.
Though it might not be as angry as you might like.

[Still, he'll link it]

[androidheart]

As angry as I might like?

Please do not put words in my mouth, Elliot.

[fiddlestick]

I said "might". I didn't put any words in your mouth.
But that's the second time you've jumped on something small I've said
And you're Eren's cousin
It's not really unreasonable to think you might be feeling angry.

[androidheart]

Well, I am not my cousin.

I am me, for now, at least.

It's fine.

Whatever!

[fiddlestick]

[CONVINCING...]

Okay.
Well, I'll be at the Catmosphere on Wednesdays from 4 to 8.
If you come, we'll play any songs you want
I can improvise.

[androidheart]

I'll be counting on you, musical prodigy Elliot Craig.

[fiddlestick]

Right back at you, musical sensation Angela Aust!