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[wipesfaith]

[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.]

Comments

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[thebetterhalf]

["Plenty of pretty girls"... Yeah. Yeah, there are. He's just not all that interested in them, if he's honest with himself. Maybe the right girl still needs to arrive in Luceti. Maybe there is no right girl for him. He doesn't know and he doesn't want to think about it too much. That's why he'll ignore that comment and focus on Jean's lovelife instead.]

Definitely. Three years too late, even.

I think you should just ask her directly and not waste too much time on flowers or things like that. Mikasa isn't the kind of girl to like flowers anyway.

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[wipesfaith]

[And he just assumes Marco ignores his comment because he's embarrassed or something.]

Well I'm finally gonna work up the balls. [Not that a lack of confidence was the only reason he had resigned himself to admiring from afar, back home. They both had other priorities; lately, they had been preoccupied with survival. But here...they have a little more breathing room, don't they?]

Don't judge a book by its cover. If I ditch the flowers, how's she gonna know it's supposed to be romantic?

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[thebetterhalf]

By telling her. She's really smart, you know. If you tell her it's a date, she'll understand.

I guess the flowers wouldn't hurt, but I don't think she'll be too interested in them either.

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[wipesfaith]

I guess I'm just nervous. [Which is something he'd only openly admit to Marco, although his endless litany of questions has likely given him away by this point.]

Who am I kidding? She's probably not even gonna say yes. I mean it would be nice if she did, really nice, but I shouldn't get my hopes up. I'm just gonna end up with all these plans I'll never get to use.