mười ❀| so your heart doesn't know where mine's been
|❀ACTION; Left on Charles Fei-Ong's doorstep.|
[The tension has incubated for enough days, and so Vietnam is tentatively going to try to reach out to bat-babby again. She still feels horrified and infuriated with herself at the entire droning incident, and isn't entirely sure what exactly she can do to right things. So what she does wind up doing is leaving a package on Charles' doorstep. It has a ton of different sweets inside, along with some piano music sheets for Flowers in a Riot of Color. It's not one hundred percent accurate, but it's the best she could find when asking the local high school music teacher to draft something for her. It involved a lot of awkward humming and 'no, it goes this way', let's just say.
With that done, she quickly leaves, not wanting to imply or pressure him into spending time with her if he doesn't want to.]
|❀ACTION|
[Vietnam knows what's going on today from earlier experiences, and so she's trying her best to avoid every man she knows, including America. But she'll have to stop by at home at some point, so she can be caught there, on her way, or back.
Mostly she's spending the day in the corner booth of a diner with her hands wrapped around a cup of weak tea. Her right hand is heavily bandaged- her index, middle, and ring finger are all splinted and bound together. She appears to be in deep thought over something. Now and then, the drone server will interrupt her.]
Have some more tea, miss.
I do not wan-- alright. [A look of annoyance crosses her face as she accepts the tea anyway. At least it's just tea.
It could be worse, right?]
[ooc; Backdated to yesterday, somewhere in the evening. I'm okay with pretty much any command, but if it crosses the line of PG-13/goes into injury, murder, etc, please run it by me first.]
[The tension has incubated for enough days, and so Vietnam is tentatively going to try to reach out to bat-babby again. She still feels horrified and infuriated with herself at the entire droning incident, and isn't entirely sure what exactly she can do to right things. So what she does wind up doing is leaving a package on Charles' doorstep. It has a ton of different sweets inside, along with some piano music sheets for Flowers in a Riot of Color. It's not one hundred percent accurate, but it's the best she could find when asking the local high school music teacher to draft something for her. It involved a lot of awkward humming and 'no, it goes this way', let's just say.
With that done, she quickly leaves, not wanting to imply or pressure him into spending time with her if he doesn't want to.]
|❀ACTION|
[Vietnam knows what's going on today from earlier experiences, and so she's trying her best to avoid every man she knows, including America. But she'll have to stop by at home at some point, so she can be caught there, on her way, or back.
Mostly she's spending the day in the corner booth of a diner with her hands wrapped around a cup of weak tea. Her right hand is heavily bandaged- her index, middle, and ring finger are all splinted and bound together. She appears to be in deep thought over something. Now and then, the drone server will interrupt her.]
Have some more tea, miss.
I do not wan-- alright. [A look of annoyance crosses her face as she accepts the tea anyway. At least it's just tea.
It could be worse, right?]
[ooc; Backdated to yesterday, somewhere in the evening. I'm okay with pretty much any command, but if it crosses the line of PG-13/goes into injury, murder, etc, please run it by me first.]