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.]

[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.]

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[He doesn't usually go for senseless platitudes, but if she says three's a good number, then that's good enough for him.]

Hey, you're a girl. [Brilliant observation, here.] How do you feel about poetry? [It was an old dude who brought it up, so he wants to make sure the idea isn't outdated or anything.]

[Almost as observant as Senior Red.]

I like it and I think it's a pretty thoughtful gesture. You should probably be simple on the descriptions though, it'll flop and just be funny to read instead of romantic.

There's so many ways for this to go wrong, isn't there.

It's the thought that counts?!

[That's so lame, Crystal. So lame. She's even heavily scratched out her original question mark and replaced it with an exclamation mark to make it ~~more lame~~ friendly.]

If you're worried about how it's gonna sound, why not write some right here? I won't judge.

Wait, here? You mean right now? But I don't know anything about poetry!

And you won't learn anything unless you actually try it out!

[It's a while before his next response comes in. Most of it consists of crossed-out lines stacked on top of each other, totally illegible with the exception of a few words that can be picked out from the overlying scribbles here and there: shiny, hair, and beautiful, among others.]

Your hair makes me think of the sky at night
Because it's dark and [Several dots of ink, left behind by tapping his pen on the page.

...Shit, he gives up.]

See, I suck at this.

[Thank goodness this is written. Crystal'd feel bad for laughing if the poor anonymous writer could hear her... She just keeps a totally-not-giggling smile on as she tries her best to help. She's no writer either after all!]

That wasn't a bad start though. What about...

Your hair makes me think of the sky at night
Because it's dark and your eyes are bright?

[...oh geez that sounds really stupid. Crystal tapes her pen on the page too, matching his spots.] Or something like that.

Hey that's not bad at all. [~~But he has no standards.~~]

Seriously doubt I'll master this crap any time soon though.

[She'll still take the compliment!]

I don't think you'll have to master it anyway... After all, it's about the effort you put in! It's the thought that counts! I'm sure she'll like anything you do for her, because it came right from the heart.

[Still, he thinks he'll just keep his lame attempts at poetry to himself for now...and maybe forever.]

Well I hope so. I don't want to weird her out or anything.

[Too bad. It was cute...]

You'll be fine. Good luck!!