Who: Alfred and Mei When: August 29th, noonish Where: Mei's bedroom What: Intervention #2 which has more bubble tea, less bro-talk and much more awkward. ( Let me comfort you in my manry embrace )
Saying Mei was a complete mess would be the understatement of the millennium. It was supposed to be a good day; Al was coming over for an intervention/slash bubble tea time. They were going to have a nice talk about Mei's addiction over some delicious chewy balls. It was supposed to be a wonderful day
( ... )
Alfred had not signed up for this. But he was here to be a good friend and he quickly pulled the book away, placing it facedown before tugging the sobbing girl into his chest. "Mei," he said, petting her hair, "Don't worry... Just... calm down a bit and tell me what's wrong."
Plopping down on the bed, he held he tight, frowning down. "C'mon Mei, you're usually the smiling one."
"O-OH GOD, AL, H-He's gone. He's gone again!" Mei cried into Al's chest, briefly noticing that the American smelled like vanilla latte and pepperoni pizza. "H-he didn't e-even... didn't even say good-bye... I-I, what did I do? It's me, isn't it?"
She grabbed hold of Al's shirt and shook the taller man a few times in an overtly dramatic manner that kind of made it look like she was faking it.
"W-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? WHY DOESN'T ANYONE LOVE ME!?"
Sighing slightly and grinning nervously at her, Alfred quietly took her hands, hold them in his. She was really tiny and the hysterics were almost laughable. Almost. "Mei..." he said calmly, smiling at her, "Any guy that would leave you is an idiot. Okay? You're great, I bet there was just something that came up, family or something."
He squeezed her hands, "I love you, see? There, one more person. Hell, Kim loves you, and so does your mom and everything."
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Plopping down on the bed, he held he tight, frowning down. "C'mon Mei, you're usually the smiling one."
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She grabbed hold of Al's shirt and shook the taller man a few times in an overtly dramatic manner that kind of made it look like she was faking it.
"W-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? WHY DOESN'T ANYONE LOVE ME!?"
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He squeezed her hands, "I love you, see? There, one more person. Hell, Kim loves you, and so does your mom and everything."
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