"Liz, that story you sent me was beautifully written, but terribly sad! Do you know how long it's been since I've weeped so openly? DO YOU?" Kid said as he came into the common room of the first floor of the manor house.
Liz thought for a moment. "Well, there was this morning at breakfast when you got upset over seeing your reflection on the counter top," she suggested.
Patty giggled madly. "You cry all the time, Kid!"
"I... I do not!" He began to sob wildly in a bizarre mixture of anger and depression. "Why must the two of you seek to destroy my mental health at all times? What did I ever do to you?"
"Kid, I-I.. didn't mean anything by it," Liz stuttered helplessly, laying a hand lightly on his shoulder.
Patty sobered from her laughter fit. "Didn't mean to make you sad."
Now deciding to play the high-and-mighty route, Kid puffed his chest out and snorted. "You should both put more thought into your behavior, you know! Despite your opinion of my disorder being something hilarious, it's
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