[OOC: This call is backdated to directly after
drunken arts & crafts shenanigans.]
More than a little disoriented and unsteady, RED turned over BLU's suggestions in his mind, his intoxication making it hard to focus on any one thing for very long. One thought did stand as most prevalent in his mind: Valentine's Day. He'd never really had a point
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[He knows it's quite crass to cut in on a question not directed at him, but the grin, the drunken state, the mention of a day of love and a...what is that..?]
Is zat a mailbox..? Oh, mon ami. Is somezhing troubling you?
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It'ss none of your business, what this is. It's not for you.
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Indulge me, Sniper. I can 'elp you.
Is ze mail box your date?
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As interesting as your love life here might be, I doubt you wanted to announce it to the entire city.
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I'm not, mate. I'm just gonna ask Miss Pauling somethin' and then hide this somewhere she'll never find it.
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I'm afraid I'm not following your logic there
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I've got to hide this or it'll spoil the surprise.
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Finally, he picks up the phone again, looking as disheveled as ever. The mailbox is still tucked under his strap, but he's trying to keep it off-camera.]
P-pumpkin. What are you doing here? On the phone.
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[Noticing how awkward his response is, she tilts her head.]
Are you alright?
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[And there's that goofy grin on his face again as his cheeks burn a bit, their color prominent against the pallid tone the cold has given him.]
If I gave you something, would you like it? If we were speaking hypothetically, of course.
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