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[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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Coward.

No, I respect her and I'm not gonna do anything that makes her uncomfortable, jackass.

If you don't respect her you ought not be doing it to begin with. [Well, that's a bit broad; he's had plenty of lovers he didn't respect, but that's a different matter.] And if it makes her uncomfortable, you're doing it wrong.

I mean if she's uncomfortable with the idea of it, idiot. Because she hasn't done stuff like that before.

[He'd be willing to put money on it, if...money were a thing here. But holy shit, why is he even talking about this sdufgysudfg--]

Well of course you ought not be doing anything your lady does not want. You're not some sort of barbarian, are you?

There is a first time for everything, you know.

No, that's what I'm saying! I'm trying to be a gentleman here.

And she's not my lady. [...Yet. Question mark?]

And it's still none of your damn business.

A gentleman must always remember that the lady comes first.

One might hope that you can convince her otherwise, yes?

You asked.

I don't need to be told that!

That's the plan, yeah. And giving her creepy pictures isn't gonna do that.

Not for that.

I'm making no assumptions about your knowledge at this point.

It's only creepy if you're not wearing trousers.

You asked for advice. Apparently you don't know her that well.

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[Written, anonymous] wow i fucked up the header. pretend i didn't do that.

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