[holy shit, a box and a note. he never gets mail, it's always for Scrooge or Yang. he gets the box and hauls it up to his room, wondering what the hell a Mon Petty Shoe is. either way, it's French. French is the language of love, right? this is nice. somebody likes him. he's already one mouthful into a pastry when he gets the note open, and nearly chokes on it.
'a guy that I know'. 'staying'. you write him a note in French and send him food and then this? way to rollercoaster him, Jill. he just sits there like an idiot with a pastry in one hand and the note in the other and his mouth full of half-chewed delicious while his brain reboots.
then he sets the pastry back down in the box with the rest, chews, swallows, and reads the note again. friend-zoned, that's what it is. plain and simple. he figured he was too old for her. it's fine.
this is fine. he scribbles a note of his own on the cheap note pads Scrooge stocks the rooms with, like the Gold Pan's version of Holiday Inn stationery, and sends it back]
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'a guy that I know'. 'staying'. you write him a note in French and send him food and then this? way to rollercoaster him, Jill. he just sits there like an idiot with a pastry in one hand and the note in the other and his mouth full of half-chewed delicious while his brain reboots.
then he sets the pastry back down in the box with the rest, chews, swallows, and reads the note again. friend-zoned, that's what it is. plain and simple. he figured he was too old for her. it's fine.
this is fine. he scribbles a note of his own on the cheap note pads Scrooge stocks the rooms with, like the Gold Pan's version of Holiday Inn stationery, and sends it back]
YEAH, SURE, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT.
- AW