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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
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.
written
But he has no standards.]Seriously doubt I'll master this crap any time soon though.
written
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.
written
Well I hope so. I don't want to weird her out or anything.
written
You'll be fine. Good luck!!