013 ~ [Written/Voice]

[soreplaceable]

[ Filtered from Ranka Lee and Artemis Fowl // 65% ]

[When the entry starts up, the picture is blocked with something in an attempt to make it somewhat anonymous.]

I was wondering if anyone could offer me some advice [The next part is added in hastily.] about girls. There's a girl really like and I was thinking about asking her to go to the festival

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[offallingsnow]

...

Oh, Ion.

[Son, as much as she hates to be so, your mother is disappoint]

[soreplaceable]

[jhsjkdhksjf.]

[hjsedjhbef.]

[MOMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE.]

[He can't even formulate the words to respond.]

[offallingsnow]

[SHE LIVES HERE.

And she will be waiting in the living room when he is done being awkward with the girl he likes.]

[soreplaceable]

[Whether or not Ranka stole a chance to flee from the awkwardness or was calmly walked to the door, once she's left, Ion will enter the living room to attempt some form of damage control.]

Good... afternoon, mom.

[offallingsnow]

Good afternoon. Is your friend all right?

[soreplaceable]

[He blushes just a bit and nods.] Yes, she is...

[A pause.] How much did you hear over the journal?

[offallingsnow]

Good. I'm glad she did not return injured.

...Enough to be able to tell you that your best course of action would be to ask her to the Festival.

[you know. The obvious one.]

[soreplaceable]

...I know. I was planning to, but...

[What if she says no or thinks he's weird or doesn't like him like that or feels like she has to say yes because they're friends and doesn't actually want to go with him...! You know, the usual concerns.]

[Of course, he's not saying any of this because who asks their mom for girl advice?]

[offallingsnow]

[other girls do, sometimes. But mothers give advice that seems bad at the time, hmm?]

I won't intrude, Ion.