I chose to surround myself with them, honestly, nonnie. I went looking, and I made myself known, and truthfully I made myself a bit of a pest. I’m not very good at starting friendship; I jump in the middle and lay claim to people and decide they’re mine. It doesn’t always work very well.

There’s, oh, six or eight people at least on here who have blocked me because of that sort of thing. So for me, in character and out, on tumblr and off, someone who wants to be around me is a special thing. Someone who comes to me, instead of the other way round, is even more special.

I can’t know if you’re interesting, yet. Right now your interest to me lies in the mystery, but I’m betting that if I knew who you were, I would become interested in you for your own sake.

That’s a part of the muse that comes directly from me. I care about people, quite often much more than I should, because it’s all I’m really good for.