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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[As Jean comes to a stop, Benoit looks apprehensive with his ears flattened and his nostrils flaring, lightly tossing his head and eyeing the dragon; to reassure him, Jean takes his head in his hands and strokes the side of his face. It's alright, buddy. If Richard is riding this thing, it has to be tame.]

Yeah, I imagine falling off isn't much fun.

I've been fortunate enough to only have had that happen once. I believe she got spooked by a rabbit that time.

[The dragon certainly seems tame enough, standing docilely at Richard's side as he holds the reins in a loose grip. She doesn't even spare Benoit more than a brief glance and a slow blink. Sorry, Benoit, she doesn't find you all that interesting. She's more intrigued by the person her rider is speaking to.]

[Benoit would be offended if he weren't still nervous. He's settled down as Jean strokes his face, even whickering softly to show appreciation for the gesture, but he hasn't stopped eyeing Isabelle.]

Seriously, a rabbit? That thing-- er, she looks like she could eat a rabbit in one bite, no problem.

I'm sure she could.

[He gives the dragon's flank a pat, chuckling softly.]

But her dietary preferences seem to run more along the lines of sandwiches. I'm not sure she would know what to do with a live meal.

Sandwiches, huh?

[He nods his head toward his horse.] I guess I should be glad this guy doesn't have such refined tastes. [Because sandwiches are so refined and all.]

No doubt it makes your life that much easier. You can simply leave him out in the yard to eat instead of having to prepare food for him.

[Not that it's really all that difficult to cook a little bit extra for a dragon, but still.]

I dunno, getting the bag of grain and pouring it into the bucket is pretty complicated. Gourmet cooking, right there.

[Benoit chooses this moment to whinny, as if to object to his owner's dumb sense of humor. Because it really is dumb.]