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[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

It's certainly a change from my usual lifestyle, having the Vine always prowling around. It's like a village you can never leave, because the village follows you through the vines.

I can't remember the last time I had this little peace and quiet. Are humans always this talkative, or only when forced together under mysterious circumstances?

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[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

Oh, everyone has their own likes and dislikes.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

I understand quite well. I have many of both. In this place, it seems one must grow used to the chatter of humans, as it permeates the very air.

I have decided to make the attempt to associate with them, but I may think better of that idea, before too long.

[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

How conscientious of you.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

I'm simply interested for the moment. It might be amusing.

What is your name?

[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

Yuka Kazami.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

I am Kuja.

Your hair is a fine shade, Yuka, as lush as leaves in summer.

[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

What forward flattery. It almost makes me think you want something from me.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

I am a self-sufficient being. I want nothing from you, but I have a great appreciation for color, both vivid hues and softer tones.

[autumn-crocus.livejournal.com]

An expert, are you? I guess I have no choice but to accept your compliments.