[poetry required conscious effort, the sort of which Chrollo didn't see the point in giving out right at this moment, neither in ducking back into his own head to pull out a quote or to try and create something from the impression the beauty had left on him. instead he sits, resisting the urge to slouch.]
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[poetry required conscious effort, the sort of which Chrollo didn't see the point in giving out right at this moment, neither in ducking back into his own head to pull out a quote or to try and create something from the impression the beauty had left on him. instead he sits, resisting the urge to slouch.]