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[b]"Hello there! You look like yer lonesome." Sheogorath spoke to the stone, his gaze glittering softly. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't I take ya home with me? Now there's an thought. A pet rock? Never considered that before. Maybe Haskill would like a friend! I could always use another friend too, I suppose, can never have enough of those. Okay! Consider yerself adopted, I'll name ya Rocky! Fitting, get it? 'Cause yer a rock. What do you think about butterflies, Rocky?" Rocky didn't reply, as it is a rock, after all, but Sheogorath nods his head as if the object had responded like any human could. "I like butterflies too. They whisper to me, ya know. Tell me secrets! Do you have any secrets, Rocky?" Once more, the stone remains silent, but Sheogorath chuckles anyways. He really is having a conversation with a rock. Of course, the responses of the object were fabricated within his own mind, but he didn't care. "Oh! That's naughty! Bad Rocky! Heh, just kiddin', I could never be mad at you. Say what you want!" Sheogorath spoke cheerily to the stone. He'd have to draw some eyes onto it. Maybe a mouth. Yes, there was a good idea, he thought to himself. A new friend! How exciting!
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[b]and i say to myself, what a wonderful world
On that bright sunny day, Sheogorath walked the beach, his uneven gait pressing prints into the pearly sands. The glowing light of the afternoon struck his red hair and ignited it like a brand of fire, and the warmth kissed his skin with pleasant heat that made him smile. That was when he came across it, a rather large, flat stone sitting amidst the granules of earth within his shadow. Now that was interesting, he thought to himself. Something about the rock called to him, and he leaned down to pluck it from the ground, dusting the sand away with a hand.[b]"Hello there! You look like yer lonesome." Sheogorath spoke to the stone, his gaze glittering softly. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't I take ya home with me? Now there's an thought. A pet rock? Never considered that before. Maybe Haskill would like a friend! I could always use another friend too, I suppose, can never have enough of those. Okay! Consider yerself adopted, I'll name ya Rocky! Fitting, get it? 'Cause yer a rock. What do you think about butterflies, Rocky?" Rocky didn't reply, as it is a rock, after all, but Sheogorath nods his head as if the object had responded like any human could. "I like butterflies too. They whisper to me, ya know. Tell me secrets! Do you have any secrets, Rocky?" Once more, the stone remains silent, but Sheogorath chuckles anyways. He really is having a conversation with a rock. Of course, the responses of the object were fabricated within his own mind, but he didn't care. "Oh! That's naughty! Bad Rocky! Heh, just kiddin', I could never be mad at you. Say what you want!" Sheogorath spoke cheerily to the stone. He'd have to draw some eyes onto it. Maybe a mouth. Yes, there was a good idea, he thought to himself. A new friend! How exciting!
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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME