[ Event: Valentine's Day - Forward dated to the 11th ]knows_it_allFebruary 10 2011, 14:45:14 UTC
[ What is this urge even? ]
[ People don't just... wake up and start thinking about Luciela, wondering how she's been doing. But Kunsel has. ]
[ It's not as though he's forgotten how terrible she is or can be, but it's as though he's suddenly able to overlook that... for reasons that completely elude him. ]
Um... Luciela...? Have you, er, have you got a m-moment?
[ But then, isn't having a crush on her damaging, also? ]
Aha... hah... that's funny.
[ Well, it would be if he didn't feel like he was going to swallow his tongue out of nervousness or anything. Ahem. ]
Anyway, I was, well... I was wondering if... exactly that. Um. If you'd... dedicate a moment? Er, to me.
[ Wait, what? WHAT? Seriously, are you recycling lines? Grow a pair, man! ]
What I meant to say was... I've got some muffins. Do you... wanna try some? There's chocolate and some other kinds. And some other stuff I wanna bring by, too, if that's okay with you...?
[Boy, what are you on. She stays silent for a moment, trying not to appear too off-guard about this.]
[But when she does speak, it's as smoothly as ever.]
You have gifts? For me?
...It's Kunsel, isn't it? How very kind of you. I suppose I'm to assume this isn't some deception by you and your little friend, as payback, or some other petty motivation. No... you wouldn't be nearly that foolish, would you?
Y-yeah... it's Kunsel. I probably should have, er, said that to begin with. Just in case. I mean, I didn't expect you to remember me... but you did...
Huh? N-no, I swear, it's not like that! This has nothing to do with what happened... I mean, I'm still not happy about that. I'm not, but... I just got this feeling that there's more to you than you let anybody else see.
And... I wanna prove it. 'Cause I think... you're special.
W-would it be okay if I brought the things by? Could I... um... trust you not to break me in half? Because... I'd really like to spend time with you. Uh. As a whole person. And not pieces of one.
[ People don't just... wake up and start thinking about Luciela, wondering how she's been doing. But Kunsel has. ]
[ It's not as though he's forgotten how terrible she is or can be, but it's as though he's suddenly able to overlook that... for reasons that completely elude him. ]
Um... Luciela...? Have you, er, have you got a m-moment?
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As it happens I have many moments. And why might I dedicate one to you?
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[ But then, isn't having a crush on her damaging, also? ]
Aha... hah... that's funny.
[ Well, it would be if he didn't feel like he was going to swallow his tongue out of nervousness or anything. Ahem. ]
Anyway, I was, well... I was wondering if... exactly that. Um. If you'd... dedicate a moment? Er, to me.
[ Wait, what? WHAT? Seriously, are you recycling lines? Grow a pair, man! ]
What I meant to say was... I've got some muffins. Do you... wanna try some? There's chocolate and some other kinds. And some other stuff I wanna bring by, too, if that's okay with you...?
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[But when she does speak, it's as smoothly as ever.]
You have gifts? For me?
...It's Kunsel, isn't it? How very kind of you. I suppose I'm to assume this isn't some deception by you and your little friend, as payback, or some other petty motivation. No... you wouldn't be nearly that foolish, would you?
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Y-yeah... it's Kunsel. I probably should have, er, said that to begin with. Just in case. I mean, I didn't expect you to remember me... but you did...
Huh? N-no, I swear, it's not like that! This has nothing to do with what happened... I mean, I'm still not happy about that. I'm not, but... I just got this feeling that there's more to you than you let anybody else see.
And... I wanna prove it. 'Cause I think... you're special.
W-would it be okay if I brought the things by? Could I... um... trust you not to break me in half? Because... I'd really like to spend time with you. Uh. As a whole person. And not pieces of one.
[ WHAT THE HELL IS THIS EVEN. ]
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I have a good memory, for those who make an impression on me.
[And then a pause! Part skepticism, part surprise at this turn of events, and, well, part wondering how she could work with it.]
...You're mumbling, darling. You shouldn't do that when speaking to a lady. But...
If you come to me with no ill intent, I'll have no reason to harm you, will I? It would seem so pointless.
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