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I WOULD LIKE TO...

For a life best-lived, you never stop learning...or, better yet, doing! But maybe there's something you've yet to do, an experience you've yet to have.

You'd like to try it.

Even if you'd never say it aloud.

Oh. You just said it aloud.

I'd like to skydive. I'd like to rage. I'd like to learn Chinese checkers. I'd like to commit arson. I'd like to slit your throat. I'd like to dance with a pretty girl.

Not a thing wrong with confession. It's good for the soul! Besides, somebody may be able to grant your wish.

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I'd like to ~~understand why love or any sort of emotion had to be included in the job description~~ eat Chinese food.

[ Quirking a brow, for reasons. ]

Are you in the mood for Chinese takeout?

I could eat an entire tub of orange chicken right now.

I am always in the mood. Especially if there is Beijing Beef.

[ In this strange liminal space, Nihil is provided an opportunity to clearly see and address the burning question of “how are you pregnant and when were you planning on telling me?”, but he doesn’t want to undo the progress made.

He is more concerned with who he needs to kill if the child isn’t his. He will try not to ponder which is worse: that there is someone else and the baby isn’t his, or that it is, and she doesn’t want him to be the father.

His face always shows when he feels bad, or is deeply confused. ] Do you want me to send a ghoul?

Let's order it for you, then.

[ The idea of takeout seemed to immediately put her in a good mood, and she nodded, looking pleased. ]

I would like that, yes. A large portion of orange chicken and fried rice for me.

[ Sister Imperator would then have headed to either his or her quarters to eat with him, but his confusion was evident on his face. She didn't even need her claircognizance to see it, what with how transparent Papa Nihil was with his emotions. ]

What?

Brief bio- A shapeshifting warrior poet alien, who splits his time between superheroics and many human lives, as he tries to find his place on Earth.

Feel free to ask for a custom starter from a particular secret identity.

[ From Martian Manhunter ]

a) I would like an extremely large meal.

b) I would like a sidekick.

c) I would like to discuss living on Earth with some fellow extraterrestrials.

[ While very aware of the precarious ground he has to stand on, Nihil is also a human with emotions and like everyone in the ministry, occupying a rather grey moral space. Not to mention they continued to not fully discuss certain things or be as transparent with each other as is really required to make a relationship work.

He didn’t want to anger her, or lose her, but he needed to know. Even if it meant getting orange chicken thrown in his face. ] You are…keeping either the best or worst news of my life from me. I understand why. I am also a bit afraid of the answer. Are you…

[ Despite his clear and obvious concern at bringing this up, there is an almost childishly hopeful look in his eye. ] Are we having a child?

I would like to communicate effectively with my wife.

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I would like to... sleep. For a really, really long time. [Forever, if possible.]

[Hard agree.]

What's stopping you?

Duty, mostly. That and the love I hold for my brothers...

Shoot a paltry excuse for a scientist in the head.
Multiple times.

[Coldly:]

Then it's your decision.

I never claimed it was not. But it is not all so simple either.

[He turns a hard stare on the other.]

I am not a human, death means different things for my people. I would still have to exist, just not in a physical sense any longer, and it is a state that will eventualy end and I would have to pick up my life again. I do not want that. I want to never wake up again... I want an end... like the ones humans are afforded.

I would like to... be with everyone.

[Being stared at by a vaguely pretty pointy-eared nonhuman. Terrifying.
Yeah- needless to say, he's not intimidated. The stare's returned. Glacially.

As for that explanation...
Well.]

Then my advice to you isn't to use sleep as a metaphor for death.
Find somewhere remote- abandoned. Actually sleep, for as long as you can. Who knows? Maybe you'll get a century or two out of it before you're barged in on.

[If he had been looking to intimidate the man he would have gone the 'burned like a white fire within' route. At this point he'd only wished to show his displeasure at what he saw as rudeness.]

...With the brothers I have any sleep that isn't metaphorical is already beyond me. And finding a remote location wont change that because one of them is the best tracker to have ever been born.

Recently, I've been searching for the perfect gift for my husband. Any suggestions?

I'm thinking something that says "I'd commit grand larceny on a Tuesday night," but not too showy.