Jean Kirstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.]
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[Jeez, she didn't say it to piss this person off...!]
[written]
[Wow, he's not pissed off...!]
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Well, as long as you're sure. I guess. [Still not convinced, but sure. Whatever you say, stranger.] Just make sure you go through with this, okay? It would be a shame for you to back out now.
[written]
[It just...might take a little while to work up the balls.]
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[She may not know who you are
or so she thinks, but that shouldn't be able to stop you from sending a message to her, right? What a meddling, pushy girl Utena can be.][written]
[Jeez, why are people getting all invested in this... But he'll let her know if he does, through some miracle, end up with a date. If he gets his ass rejected, though, he's pretty sure it would be weird to come moping to another girl about it.]
[written]
Great! I'll be waiting to hear from you, okay? Good luck with your special person!