In short, as long as something contains a "story," Bologue likes it. He believes these things extend human life to some extent, allowing people to see more beautiful things and experience what they haven't in their limited lifespan.
Thinking of this, Bologue can feel himself slowly reintegrating into the world, from listening to noisy rock music to now watching stage plays.
Bologue picked up the keys and walked out the door. He decided that if he ever had to move in the future, he'd try to get a TV or something.
Leaving the building, the gray and dim light fell, and the sky was still familiarly gloomy.
"Speaking of which, how is Geoffrey's progress? Did Norm finally speak?"
Bologue muttered to himself, feeling that the Order Bureau was really too far from his home, a four-hour round trip at times. Without necessity, he was really too lazy to go there.
"Yo! Bologue!"
