[and when you give a god of time a time frame, as much as he may complain about the fact, he won't forget it.]
[so at the door to Kaede's room is a small bag of chocolates and a embarrassingly stupid note written in that patented #e00707 ink.]
hey did i do this right like the extended valentines day thing but its dudes only for some reason not to shit on your customs or anything i guess im just used to consolidating chocolate holidays anyway i know exactly jackshit about your story and thats pretty mutual in my direction too but if ive learned anything over the past four years its that good music is a universal constant not always a lot of people to share that with you know so thanks for being all about that thing weve definitely got in common the piano lessons are pretty damn cool too
[They live on the same floor, so instead of texting him like a civilized person, Kaede's just going to head on over and knock on his door like some kind of pre-internet-society barbarian.
[Dave probably should have seen this coming! chalk it up to him being a bit more used to delivering presents, or rather, more used to sending packages the postal service so they could drop it over a remote island.]
[Stop looking so pleased, jerk!! You're supposed to be sorry!!
She lets out a long, drawn-out pouting noise, a mnnnggghhhh!! as if that will somehow communicate her feelings better, then shoves the bag right in his face.]
Then... you'll at least have some with me, right? We can share them together!
[is it possible to look both pleased with yourself and unimpressed with having a bag of chocolates shoved in your face? Dave is sure as hell trying.]
What? Is that how Guysentine's Day actually works? You're gonna have to tell me, I don't know shit about it.
[yeah, very pleased with himself. but giving in, too, in a bit of an obtuse way — he sort of gets the feeling, mild as it is, that Kaede isn't the sort of person you want to cross for too long.]
[Just in case. He forgot. She puffs out one cheek again and shakes the bag insistently.]
It's not, but... well, I always feel like stuff tastes better when it's shared with a friend. And if you're gonna insist on giving me stuff, then you'd better go along with it, okay?
[he's not gonna win this. Dave lifts a shoulder in a half shrug, satisfied, at least, that he was able to do something nice for her while also being completely insufferable about it.]
All right. You win.
[she better pick the chocolates she actually wants for herself, though!!]
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gotyourbach) wrote2018-11-11 08:24 pm
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[so at the door to Kaede's room is a small bag of chocolates and a embarrassingly stupid note written in that patented #e00707 ink.]
hey
did i do this right
like the extended valentines day thing but its dudes only for some reason
not to shit on your customs or anything
i guess im just used to consolidating chocolate holidays
anyway
i know exactly jackshit about your story and thats pretty mutual in my direction too
but if ive learned anything over the past four years its that good music is a universal constant
not always a lot of people to share that with you know
so thanks for being all about that thing weve definitely got in common
the piano lessons are pretty damn cool too
happy guysentines day
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[They live on the same floor, so instead of texting him like a civilized person, Kaede's just going to head on over and knock on his door like some kind of pre-internet-society barbarian.
If he's not there, then she'll text him.]
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[but yeah, he's home! and he answers the door.]
Hey.
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[She beams at him, then remembers she's supposed to be mad and forces herself into a pout, holding up the bag as if it's a piece of evidence.]
Aww, jeez, didn't I tell you you didn't have to get me anything?
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Oh yeah. Sorry, I must have forgot.
[he did not. he is a little shit.]
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She lets out a long, drawn-out pouting noise, a mnnnggghhhh!! as if that will somehow communicate her feelings better, then shoves the bag right in his face.]
Then... you'll at least have some with me, right? We can share them together!
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What? Is that how Guysentine's Day actually works? You're gonna have to tell me, I don't know shit about it.
[yeah, very pleased with himself. but giving in, too, in a bit of an obtuse way — he sort of gets the feeling, mild as it is, that Kaede isn't the sort of person you want to cross for too long.]
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[Just in case. He forgot. She puffs out one cheek again and shakes the bag insistently.]
It's not, but... well, I always feel like stuff tastes better when it's shared with a friend. And if you're gonna insist on giving me stuff, then you'd better go along with it, okay?
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All right. You win.
[she better pick the chocolates she actually wants for herself, though!!]