wipesfaith | 04 [written/action]

[Classic incognito message, with the picture blocked out and everything; he even makes an attempt to disguise his handwriting, which he forgets after the first three words.]

Say you want to ask a girl out. How do you go about doing that?

Girls like flowers, right?

[See, there's actually a lot of consideration that goes into this. For a guy with a faulty brain-to-mouth filter and a do-or-die attitude, the amount of waffling here is...strange, maybe. But everyone's a walking contradiction. He has some ideas, along with maybe ten different speeches that he's mentally mapped out over the past three years and never planned on actually using, but second- and third-guessing himself leads to this pandering for advice...thing. He's pretty sure it's lame, but... It couldn't hurt, right?

Okay, so maybe he's just procrastinating.]

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[Anonymous dweebiness aside, Jean goes about his day as usual. Training at the Battle Dome; going to school; taking care of his horse at the stables, and taking him out for a ride into the woods; and checking the General Store for some...supplies, art supplies. Don't ask, don't tell.]

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[Now that he's caught up on what's going on, he's just...not gonna touch any of this. Wow. Just...wow.]

Thank you.

[Utena, you are the undeniable voice of reason here.]

[This face, Jeb. Just this face.]

I coulda figured that one out. [But clearly he didn't. He just had to make sure... Alright, alright, this is advice from a real live girl here, so he'll pay close attention.]

Ok, so I shouldn't assume anything. Got it. [Like how he shouldn't assume that she'll even agree to this. Crap...]

Why does everyone keep crapping all over my flowers idea?

[His ass is still chafed about that whole mess further up the page. Good thing he wasn't paying close enough attention to what the handwriting looked like, since the words themselves had his tighty whities all in a twist.]

I've known her for a few years, but I dunno if you could really call us close. [There are...walls. The metaphorical kind.]

Hey, didn't mean any offense! It's just that where I'm from, mice aren't so chatty. And they don't have [what's the word...] opposable thumbs neither.

You're married? [Please let it be to another mouse...?]

Well I can write and walk and talk just like anyone else. How else would we be talking right now? Worlds are rarely ever the same.

Not only am I married, but this marriage is decades and decades long, so I know a thing or two about wooing gals.

[he fails to mention it was she who did the actual wooing, but that's just a minor detail.]

Sorry. It's hard to judge if someone's really gonna like flowers or not, especially since pollen allergies aren't all that uncommon.

[Let her be a little more cheerful about this.]

Flowers are a good start though! Even the roughest girl I know would appreciate them (I think, don't quote me on that, she really seems like she likes nature) and if you want to start out on that, then I say go for it. Just don't do anything overly romantic, like an entire bouquet of red roses. Even I'd be embarrassed to get that from anyone.

I think I can handle it.

[He throws a look over his shoulder, like he's making sure there's nobody there, and a huffy sigh, as if Jeb is forcing this information out of him.]

It's been a while, but I used to draw sometimes when I was a kid.

That depends entirely on how much you like the girl.

Step two is to put your junk in that box.

[Man, lots of these lately...]

Easy enough. You work up the confidence and you ask. Depends on who the girl is on how you should. What kind of person are they?

That is a common misconception. Poetry does not need to rhyme. I would suggest you look through some poetry first to give yourself a basic understanding. There are a variety of romantic poems available within the library.

[He makes a mental note to scope out the flower shop sometime... But maybe he should ask Adela for assistance, because his knowledge of flowers is limited to, "they grow in the ground and look nice."]

I know I have a time limit! I'm just saying I don't want to scare her off or anything. Cats can get scared easily and run away too, if we're still going with your dumb metaphor. I just want her to know I admire her, doesn't mean I have to bring love confessions into it. [Love is a titan of a word, man.]

How much longer do you think the trees there will be in bloom?

[He has to read the second part before he understands what the hell the first part is talking about. At least this asshole won't get to enjoy his flustered reaction in person.]

What the hell? Pretty damn sure that counts as harassment.

I don't have to write my own, do I?

[Because he can't see that resulting in anything that wouldn't be completely embarrassing to share with the girl he has in mind.]

Mind your own damn business.

I'm not being ungrateful, you're just pissing me off.

[More like offending his secret delicate maiden sensibilities. This just isn't a thing you're supposed to talk about so openly, okay? Fuckin' hell...]

Boxes don't have legal rights, silly. I mean, I'm not saying go on a box humping spree, but you won't be charged if you do.

Ideally. However, not all of us are gifted with a poetic gift, so in your case I would suggest creative stealing.

You've known her for awhile because you come from the same world, and you told me she says the most beautiful girl you've ever seen.

[He'll actually try not to spew too many feelings here - look at him, adopting self-restraint.] She can be hard to read. Kinda quiet. Really dedicated and passionate and strong.

To be honest, she could kick my ass. [And he totally respects that, not gonna lie.]

[...Right, he did tell her that.] Guess it's pretty obvious.

I just figured I'd try asking her out finally. You said it yourself, we have chances here we might not get otherwise.

So I did. I hope it goes well.

Harassment toward the girl, not the damn box, dumbass.

The worst that can happen is she'll say no.

[...And think he's a huge loser who she never wants to talk to again. Now he's holding his head in his hand as he writes.]

Fuck. What if I just make everything weird.

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