[Hey look, protective big brother was looking over Honor's shoulder--well, no, he was following the conversation in his journal and watching Honor covertly, and now he's just going to hover here in the background. And look... imposting. And menacing. Possibly.]
[As King begins to talk to Honor, he notices the other behind her, glaring at him. He takes a deep breath. He tells himself that he is not scared and he keeps his eyes on Honor. Still, King can still see the other and goes with his first instinct. King waves to him nervously with a wavering smile, hoping he wouldn't be so scary afterwards.]
[He earns a very nice, flat look. She looks back at Gundam, prompted by King's antics. He really did have the capacity to look dangerous, huh.]
Because I will not enjoy a ball, formal attire or no.
[... Not to mention she had, uh, no clue on what sort of outfit she was going to wear. And agreeing would make King look, um, how could she put it? A man-seeker.]
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[have an inkwell dumped on all those sparkles]
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[rewrites]
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[she's also blacking out this entire conversation after writing that, along with the new request]
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[he rewrote the original preposition, glitter and all]
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[blacked out, along with his new thread and her reply]
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[rewritten]
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[continuing the dual black-out of the conversation and post]
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[transition into quicklog]
[King knocks loudly on Honor's door, shouting her name even louder.]
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The door snaps open and a very annoyed Honor answers.]
What.
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Please, Honor? How come you don't want to go with me?
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Because I will not enjoy a ball, formal attire or no.
[... Not to mention she had, uh, no clue on what sort of outfit she was going to wear. And agreeing would make King look, um, how could she put it? A man-seeker.]
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But how come?
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