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wipesfaith) wrote2014-05-15 04:58 pm
wipesfaith) wrote2014-05-15 04:58 pm
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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.]
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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And that's scientifically improbable.
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Science also has nothing to with matters of the heart and of youth.
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The hell do you mean, more hot-blooded? What, I'm supposed to yell and sweep her up off her feet? [Not happening.]
Sorry to burst your bubble, but trees kinda follow the laws of nature, not your weird laws.
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You have the right idea!!
Perhaps you have yet to learn the powers involving love!!!
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I wasn't being serious.
And love isn't a power, it's an emotion. [No Fun Nelly, over here.]
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Emotions have power, admirer of mystery. That is another lesson of youth.
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Sure emotions have power, but over people, not plants. [Yes, he will continue to argue this ultimately meaningless point until his pen runs out of ink.]
Anyway, even if the trees aren't gonna be in bloom anymore, they'll still look nice. Right?
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They should. Especially if they are supported by a powerful conviction! The force of your feelings!!
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You ever try asking a girl out?
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