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Post by ulquibat on Mar 5, 2010 21:05:56 GMT -8
"No....." Ulquiorra murmured, "You never do..."
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Post by Kita on Mar 5, 2010 21:16:48 GMT -8
Kita nodded as she turned back to the book, "I am glad. I always thought different on that matter." Kita told him.
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 5, 2010 21:18:05 GMT -8
"Why?" He asked looking away from his book and over at her.
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Post by Kita on Mar 5, 2010 21:47:13 GMT -8
"Some days you just seem highly annoyed with me is all." Kita replied pulling her eyes from the book to look at him.
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 5, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -8
"I am never mad at you Kita...." Ulquiorra said returning his gaze to the book, but not reading, "I simply don't know what to do around you sometimes and I get fustrated...."
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Post by Kita on Mar 6, 2010 14:27:00 GMT -8
Kita nodded as she watched him return to his reading, "I will try better and your not the only one that gets frustrated in all this. Your not exactly a cake walk either." Kita replied with a warm smile.
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 6, 2010 14:33:03 GMT -8
Ulquiorra tilted his head and flipped a few pages in his book, "Shall I compare thee to a summers day...?" He recited.
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Post by Kita on Mar 6, 2010 14:36:40 GMT -8
Kita nodded laying her head to Ulquiorra's shoulder.
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 6, 2010 14:39:14 GMT -8
"Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee." He recited from thebook, "Sonnet 18, by William Shakespeare..."
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Post by Kita on Mar 6, 2010 14:57:33 GMT -8
"Very nicely read, Ulquiorra. You should come by the Poetry Corner and join us. I think you might like it there." Kita told him.
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 6, 2010 14:59:28 GMT -8
Ulquiorra shook his head, "Do you understand the poem?"
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Post by Kita on Mar 6, 2010 15:08:06 GMT -8
Kita looked at Ulquiorra, "You don't understand the Sonnet you just read or you don't understand poems period?" Kita asked. She then chuckled softly, "Well if you don't understand the Sonnet your not going to understand poems either."
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 6, 2010 15:11:50 GMT -8
Ulquiorra shook his head, "No...I know what he was saying to her....I am asking if you know..."
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Post by Kita on Mar 6, 2010 16:36:19 GMT -8
((*looks at last post up again* Wow was brain dead there sorry))
Kita chuckles, "Sorry I miss understood you there." Kita replied. "In away yes, but everyone interrupts poems different. So how you see it compared to the way I see it or even how Shakespeare saw it will all be a touch different. That's the wonderful thing about poems. It can mean so many different things and still be beautiful."
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Post by ulquibat on Mar 6, 2010 16:43:07 GMT -8
"What do you think he was telling her?" Ulquiorra asked.
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