O-Oh! [ She pauses in the middle of carrying her tray of food over to her cozy little dining area, blinking at him. ] Wow. You must've written something really mean, huh? That barely took you any time!
[ The tray's set down on the dining table, then she takes the notebook from him, still blinking in surprise. Her nervous, excited energy is getting more intense. While she's expecting to see Monika stinks! on the page, she's eager to see it all the same. Something just for her...
It's tempting to ask what his usual language is called, but she'll save it for another time. As she takes a seat, she flips through the notebook. Are her hands shaking? Nope, just a trick of the light. ]
Like I said, you didn't have to put in that much effort. [ She can't help a warm smile at the pages. ] I appreciate it, though.
[ Turn, turn, turn, then...there it is. She doesn't take in the words just yet, instead noting how austere it is at a glance. Her head lifts as she's about to say something about it, but--why is he turned away? What a dork...
With a huff of a laugh, she looks down and finally reads. Then goes completely still.
A seemingly endless silence hangs in the air. So few words, and she feels each one was the strike of a sledgehammer. So few words, and each one's stolen her breath away to the point that she can't form even one word for him. Already, she knows she can never use this notebook again. It has to be tucked away safely, always kept somewhere that no one care dare to find it but her. This resort has granted her many treasures, but she's not sure if anything can top this.
She reads it again. Again, again. Soon enough, it's all blurring before her. The tears in her eyes have obscured her vision too much. Still, her head comes up to look his way. Thank God for his abilities, because any other person wouldn't have been able to hear her whispers. ]
You wrote this. For me...
[ Slowly, she shuts the notebook, then carefully sets it aside on the far end of the table. Another eternity of silence follows, then she speaks again. ]
no subject
[ The tray's set down on the dining table, then she takes the notebook from him, still blinking in surprise. Her nervous, excited energy is getting more intense. While she's expecting to see Monika stinks! on the page, she's eager to see it all the same. Something just for her...
It's tempting to ask what his usual language is called, but she'll save it for another time. As she takes a seat, she flips through the notebook. Are her hands shaking? Nope, just a trick of the light. ]
Like I said, you didn't have to put in that much effort. [ She can't help a warm smile at the pages. ] I appreciate it, though.
[ Turn, turn, turn, then...there it is. She doesn't take in the words just yet, instead noting how austere it is at a glance. Her head lifts as she's about to say something about it, but--why is he turned away? What a dork...
With a huff of a laugh, she looks down and finally reads. Then goes completely still.
A seemingly endless silence hangs in the air. So few words, and she feels each one was the strike of a sledgehammer. So few words, and each one's stolen her breath away to the point that she can't form even one word for him. Already, she knows she can never use this notebook again. It has to be tucked away safely, always kept somewhere that no one care dare to find it but her. This resort has granted her many treasures, but she's not sure if anything can top this.
She reads it again. Again, again. Soon enough, it's all blurring before her. The tears in her eyes have obscured her vision too much. Still, her head comes up to look his way. Thank God for his abilities, because any other person wouldn't have been able to hear her whispers. ]
You wrote this. For me...
[ Slowly, she shuts the notebook, then carefully sets it aside on the far end of the table. Another eternity of silence follows, then she speaks again. ]
Come pick me up. Please.