ba mươi một ❀| just treat me like a stolen glance to yourself
|❀PHONE; public; failed filter from the Doctor and Charles Fei-Ong, because what is technology.|
...If a young maiden was, perhaps, seeing a... gentleman... One that she was exclusive to. One that, that she cared about... and has already been seeing for many months now- [Her voice falters as if choking around the simple term 'boyfriend'. It's not a very graceful way to phrase it! Unfortunately, neither is her current attempt, either.] Aah. Xin lỗi, I am not very good at this.
[A somewhat awkward silence. It's not like she's asking for herself, Mayfield, okay. That wouldn't be ladylike. Vietnam is obviously saving herself for the day when she's ready to enter into a good traditional arranged marriage. She's still young! She's still full of youthful purity! Ah... ah ha ha... Right... O-oh, Bác Hồ, please be smiling down on her right now even if she's about to tell a lie. She needs all the guidance she can get. It's almost the New Year- Tết Nguyên Đán- and she's hoping for an auspicious one. ...Yeah, has she already screwed herself over for this one, or what? There's still time to make up for it, right! Right?]
I am asking from a hypothetical point of view, of course. That is... if a young delicate pure flower maiden was... being courted... [Courted. Courted.] How could she do something... nice for the gentleman she was seeing? A-and, hypothetically, what if he happened to be an alien? One that has seen all kinds of planets and strange, exciting occurrences and would hypothetically seem somewhat difficult to impress... And the young woman really wants to impress him- [Her ancestors are crying somewhere.....] Hypothetically. Maybe she is already planning a picnic with a small, cute person she wants him to meet, but-
Wh-what would you suggest? To a innocent young woman who needs guidance in such matters...
[There's a strange, metallic sound like a... What is that? A-ahaha! It's not a rifle being loaded or anything. Vietnam sounds suddenly very flustered.] Tôi không biết. I think I will go out for some target practice. I-it is warm in here, isn't it? [Oh, never mind. It was a rifle. She hangs up with a click.]
...If a young maiden was, perhaps, seeing a... gentleman... One that she was exclusive to. One that, that she cared about... and has already been seeing for many months now- [Her voice falters as if choking around the simple term 'boyfriend'. It's not a very graceful way to phrase it! Unfortunately, neither is her current attempt, either.] Aah. Xin lỗi, I am not very good at this.
[A somewhat awkward silence. It's not like she's asking for herself, Mayfield, okay. That wouldn't be ladylike. Vietnam is obviously saving herself for the day when she's ready to enter into a good traditional arranged marriage. She's still young! She's still full of youthful purity! Ah... ah ha ha... Right... O-oh, Bác Hồ, please be smiling down on her right now even if she's about to tell a lie. She needs all the guidance she can get. It's almost the New Year- Tết Nguyên Đán- and she's hoping for an auspicious one. ...Yeah, has she already screwed herself over for this one, or what? There's still time to make up for it, right! Right?]
I am asking from a hypothetical point of view, of course. That is... if a young delicate pure flower maiden was... being courted... [Courted. Courted.] How could she do something... nice for the gentleman she was seeing? A-and, hypothetically, what if he happened to be an alien? One that has seen all kinds of planets and strange, exciting occurrences and would hypothetically seem somewhat difficult to impress... And the young woman really wants to impress him- [Her ancestors are crying somewhere.....] Hypothetically. Maybe she is already planning a picnic with a small, cute person she wants him to meet, but-
Wh-what would you suggest? To a innocent young woman who needs guidance in such matters...
[There's a strange, metallic sound like a... What is that? A-ahaha! It's not a rifle being loaded or anything. Vietnam sounds suddenly very flustered.] Tôi không biết. I think I will go out for some target practice. I-it is warm in here, isn't it? [Oh, never mind. It was a rifle. She hangs up with a click.]