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very well, i shall respect your wishes o7

what do you think of atronomy?

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...I think your keyboard may be conspiring against you again—surely you meant astronomy?

In that case... oh, I adore it. Quite deeply, in fact. The stars have been constant companions to me longer than I can recall. There’s comfort in them, you know? The way they shine exactly the same whether you’re in a palace or a field or in your observatory...

I could go on. But I’ll spare you—unless you want a ramble about constellations and planetary retrogrades.

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Gives you The Look™.

....What? What is that supposed to mean.

Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. I didn’t do anything. Probably.

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do you always wear your crown

No, heavens no—what sort of man wears his crown to bed? Or whilst brushing his teeth? Or whilst trying to reach the blasted top shelf of the pantry?

I’m not even wearing it now, actually. (Shocking, I know.)

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I overheard Washington earlier today. He said; “The constellations mean nothing if you aren’t there to accompany them.”

… figured I would let you know. It seems relevant.

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Oh—

He... he said that? Truly?

....Well. That’s… uh. I—thank you for telling me.

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guess stop talking about his voices you’re gonna make him have an episode </3

(Does Washington know about your….mental state?)

Ah—no, I... I don’t believe he does. And I’d rather keep it that way, if I’m honest.

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My king! I’ve just found out what ‘tone tags’ are… oh what a magical thing.

I like Washington. /j

That one means I am joking I believe. Oh how fun!

Oh! How curious—I wasn’t aware such a system existed. So they help clarify tone? I imagine that would’ve saved me quite a bit of trouble in correspondence over the years... How very clever.

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Oh! Lottie I—

Not to worry love, I am safe from the clutches of that blasted hedgerow now.

I hope everything’s going great for you over there in England. I miss you dearly.

..Greetings. I appear to be stuck in a hedgerow.

I will not elaborate on how it happened.

Help

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*eats your hair like ice-cream*

Please don’t. I just cleaned my wig after Prescott’s little... escapade with it. 🫩🫩

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do you have voices, King george??? perhaps evil, ludicrous voices??? beckoning you to do only the most nefarious of things??? to just…snap?

:)

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I—yes... I suppose I do, at times. But that's—well, that's a rather sensitive matter. I’d prefer not to discuss it.

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yayyyy ice-cream! yk your hair looks like ice-cream

Does it? Hm.. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.

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I'm so hungry I could eat George Washington.

Oh. Don't eat him.... Get something else to eat.

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Ah—of course. We’ll get you something lactose-free, don’t you worry.

hey dad I'm gay

can we go get ice-cream now?

Oh—well then! Congratulations, I’m proud of you.

...And yes, I suppose ice cream is in order. ☺

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My voices are lame, they just talk about murdering people.

...Ah. Well, that’s certainly not ideal, is it? Have you spoken to someone about them? A doctor, perhaps? I’m.. not exactly the right person to give proper advice on this.

Still, I do hope you’re alright. And that the voices develop better taste.

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hey dad I'm gay

can we go get ice-cream now?

Oh—well then! Congratulations, I’m proud of you.

...And yes, I suppose ice cream is in order. ☺

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i see you

...And I see you too, I suppose?

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i drew a silly you! but very casual-er cos fancy clothes=hard to draw

Oh! That’s—adorable. You’ve captured my likeness quite well. I don’t mind the lack of finery; it’s rather nice to see myself looking so casual. Less starch in the collar, more charm in the expression. Thank you, truly. ☺

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Oh—! I—well, that is.... no need to apologize, really. You weren’t feeling well, and I hadn’t exactly said anything aloud, had I?

But... yes. Yes, we can try again today.

If you're still feeling up to it, I mean. I wouldn’t mind. At all.

I had meant to invite him to stargaze with me.

...I suppose it’ll just be me and the stars tonight.