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To my most verbose esteemed Professor,
I would very much like to read the previous seven drafts of your letter to me. I think ‘runaway carriage’ is too generous a description of just how ugly you make me laugh; Davrin told me that it’s more akin to a screeching griffon (which, of course, made me laugh even harder.)
I’ve had a lot of dreams about you, recently. While I would love to see your ears turn the most delightful shade of pink at whatever absolutely lecherous fantasies I could concoct, they were dreams of a different kind. I dreamt of the most mundane domestic vignettes with you. How I would love to listen to you lecture on about the metaphysics of autogenous liminality, or snuff out your candle as you doze off at your desk so you don’t set fire to the laboratory. I would be absolutely devastated to see you smoldering by means other than by my hand.
I miss you almost as much as I miss my sweet Manfred; I was just about to close the gap in our eternal struggle for Rock Paper Scissors supremacy when you both were summoned back to the Necropolis. I’m sure he’s just as inconsolable, which means that you simply must get back to us as quickly as possible.
I would be remiss if I didn’t take my teasing foot off your lovely neck to give you the chance to take a breath. While toying with you is my favorite pastime, I’m not interested in torturing (unless you’re into that, of course.) My answer, by the way, is ‘yes’— I would love to get dinner with you.
Don’t keep me waiting,
Rook