[ the more the cutie talks, the more the picture in shylock's head begins to form, brushstroke by brushstroke: robin and his brother frolicking among the tombstones, the well-tended graveyard quiet save for their mirthful laughter. ah, such is youth. the days shylock can never go back to, even when he tries.

but enough about that. the mention of "websites" and such brings the sage to mind, and he nods. tfw he hates tech so they're gonna have to move on -- ]

That's all right. I make no attempts in hiding who I am, anyway. But yes, you're quite right - I am Shylock, a mere bartender and a wizard from Western Country.

[ mere bartender, his ass. he's not the type to glaze himself up anyway - other people can do that for him. ]

The one I miss the most, hm? [ a wan smile. ] I wonder. There's someone I used to know who was... let's say, out of reach for me.

[ lol. lmao. ]