*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
He seems to bottle up whatever wasn't let out again, already seeming happy a bit, "Sure, I bet you sing great!"
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
He seems to bottle up whatever wasn't let out again, already seeming happy a bit, "Sure, I bet you song great!"
"Got it... you sure your okay? Do you need to confide something in me?" They ask, looking for an instrument
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
He seems to bottle up whatever wasn't let out again, already seeming happy a bit, "Sure, I bet you song great!"
"Got it... you sure your okay? Do you need to confide something in me?" They ask, looking for an instrument
"I don't need to do that, thanks. But need me to play guitar or hand it to you? I don't mind you using it." He says holding it up, seeming to try & move on for now.
*Good, back from my little break, helped cus now I'm not as depressed anymore.*
Rax comes up, waving & smiling, "Hello Raphael! How are you?"
*Nice... May I ask a question?*
"Okay... How are you?" They say, cutting a snowflake
*If it's about what, really just some existentialism, if not sure!*
"Good, nothing much has been going on other than some odd individuals here, and some more practicing guitar & writing the alphabet."
*I was wondering if it was clinical depression or just regular being sad. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.*
"Cool. Want to sing a song to me or something?"
*Oh no I do have clinical depression, thankfully hasn't been much then it used to but I still get the rarer moments of it just hitting me like a truck.*
"Sure, if you want because I don't really see why not." He starts tuning his guitar. *he carries it on him now, saying this so you don't think he's pulling it out of thin air.*
*Oh... I see.*
*got it* "Well it's your choice. I'm just here to help you, help you be... become good." They say, threading a piece of string through a snowflake
*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
He seems to bottle up whatever wasn't let out again, already seeming happy a bit, "Sure, I bet you song great!"
"Got it... you sure your okay? Do you need to confide something in me?" They ask, looking for an instrument
"I don't need to do that, thanks. But need me to play guitar or hand it to you? I don't mind you using it." He says holding it up, seeming to try & move on for now.
"Sure..." They say, a bit more worried about Rax keeping their opinion on themselves. "Got any suggestions I should play?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Got it*
"It's a... do you know what sarcasim is, right?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Got it*
"It's a... do you know what sarcasim is, right?"
"No... "
"Mmm... do you know what Satire is?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Got it*
"It's a... do you know what sarcasim is, right?"
"No... "
"Mmm... do you know what Satire is?"
"No, I do know that either." *another one with an int of 10*
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
*Got it*
"It's a... do you know what sarcasim is, right?"
"No... "
"Mmm... do you know what Satire is?"
"No, I do know that either." *another one with an int of 10*
"Okay..." They say setting down the guitar and looking for a dictionary. "Give me a second."
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*should specify that it's a lighter version of it, but also I haven't had a doctors opinion or remark on it since it was first pointed out so :/*
He makes a slight face about their remark, but thinks of something to play before starting up I Apologise.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Got it*
*Listening to it now* Raphael taps along to the beat. "Thanks."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*yes Rax will be playing a lot of FFDP* Once he finishes he says, "Your welcome." He seems almost a little saddened & pained at the moment with his speech, as he did just let a bit of his pain out singing
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"You okay? Um... Shall I try to sing a song for you?" They ask, a bit worried at their pain
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He seems to bottle up whatever wasn't let out again, already seeming happy a bit, "Sure, I bet you sing great!"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Got it... you sure your okay? Do you need to confide something in me?" They ask, looking for an instrument
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I don't need to do that, thanks. But need me to play guitar or hand it to you? I don't mind you using it." He says holding it up, seeming to try & move on for now.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Sure..." They say, a bit more worried about Rax keeping their opinion on themselves. "Got any suggestions I should play?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Other than anything I've played, no." He shrugs.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Mmm... Got it." They say, strumming a bit. "Mind if I play a piano song?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shakes his head, "You can play whatever you want."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Okay..." They say, before playing a song
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Listening to, also HOW COULD ANYONE DO SUCH A THING TO MY PRECIOUS BIRBS!?*
He listens, before getting a bit wide eyed at the chorus, as he takes songs as things that are meant to mean something, and if he can't figure it out his mind goes to the literal meaning.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Want more Tom Lehrer?*
"You... okay?" They say, stiffling a chuckle
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Mmmmm, I'm not so sure, but if I can shove all this ffdp on you you can do so with tom*
"So what is that a metaphor for? I can't tell, but if it's not why are you killing pigeons?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Got it*
"It's a... do you know what sarcasim is, right?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No... "
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Mmm... do you know what Satire is?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No, I do know that either." *another one with an int of 10*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Okay..." They say setting down the guitar and looking for a dictionary. "Give me a second."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now