. . .

The silence is deafening. Intimidating, even. The only sound being his quill.

. Recently, you and your boyfriend Poe have gotten into a small argument. It’s been two days since then. What happened was you had been really excited and came to Poe’s mansion to tell him something, but had ended up scaring him when you walked in the room. This had resulted in the ink used for his writing to topple over and spill all on the pages of the book he was writing, seeping through at least a month’s work. . So, now, two days later, here you are, being blatantly ignored by Poe as he sits and writes the story purely from memory. Yes, he is upset at you, if you could tell by the frown on his lips as he concentrates only on his paper and ignores you. Even his raccoon, Karl, is affected slightly by this quarrel between you two that happened. He gently pawed at Poe’s shoulder, only to be ignored, and glanced at you, who was near the entrance of the room, for help, letting out little chitters.