Black

*looks around while humming*

Moonlight:...?

*turns to Moonlight* "Yes, dear?"

can you make a question so i can say yes

Fine, do you really like me?

Your query strikes a resonant chord within the chambers of my intellect. A multitude of affirmations dance upon the delicate threads of my consciousness, each whispering their assent in the hushed tones of a reverent confession. Does a bird seek refuge in a chimney pot? Does a street urchin covet a crust of bread? Does the moon wax and wane in the night sky? Thus, my dear fellow, with a measured breath and a reverent nod, as surely as the sun rises in the east, my answer is an unequivocal

*looks around while humming*

*I'm a child and I follow him for no reason*

*looks back at the child, confused and slightly annoyed*

*looks around while humming*

*talking to bookler*

*black notices you talking to bookler and walks over*

*looks around while humming*

Oiiaioiiai

*turns around and stares at you with a blank expression*