Jean Kirstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wipesfaith) wrote2014-05-15 04:58 pm
wipesfaith) wrote2014-05-15 04:58 pm
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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.]
[Action]
[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.]
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.]
[Action]
[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.]
[written]
You're a mouse. How the hell are you writing?
[written]
I'm also a married mouse, but if you don't want my advice...
[written]
You're married? [Please let it be to another mouse...?]
[written]
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.]
[written]
Ok ok I'm listening. [Well, reading. Paying attention.]
So what did you do?
[written]
[written]
Just about everywhere I've been in this place, she's seen too. But I guess there are plenty of places neither of us have seen.