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[When the entry starts up, the picture is blocked with something in an attempt to make it somewhat anonymous.]

I was wondering if anyone could offer me some advice [The next part is added in hastily.] about girls. There's a girl really like and I was thinking about asking her to go to the festival

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[MDLKFSJAEKRWLAJOISLKJFSSSJAKDLFAJSDLK]

I-Ion!

((ooc: aand I'm officially off hiatus ♥))

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[HJKHEKJFHEKJFH SHUT DOWN EVERYTHING.]

Ranka you...

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[Hold on, brain function coming back in 3, 2, 1...]

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You... you're back!

[BIGGEST SMILE EVER even if he's still kinda being crushed. And they're still being recorded. Not that any of that matters right now because RANKA IS BACK.]

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[You know, even with that picture covered up, Luke can recognize your voice, Ion. He waits to answer with a grin slowly coming over his face, especially since he knows exactly who he's talking about-

When Ranka falls right on top of him.

And Luke just laughs for YEARS.]

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[It's awhile before Ion replies, since Ranka was still there, but he heard you laughing at him, Mister. You're lucky seeing Ranka put him in a good mood or he'd like. Give a disapproving frown or something.]

...it wasn't that funny, Luke.

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[Except it absolutely was that funny. Luke's calmed down somewhat by the time Ion replies, but hearing him say that just makes him snicker all over again. Oh, but that was priceless.]

A-Are you okay...? [He sure doesn't sound concerned. More like he's holding back the urge to bust out laughing again.]

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I'm fine. [Said somewhat flatly because Luke, stop that.]

[But then he softens and gives a warm smile.] How could I not be? Ranka's come back!

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Oh, Ion.

[Son, as much as she hates to be so, your mother is disappoint]

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[MOMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE.]

[He can't even formulate the words to respond.]

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[SHE LIVES HERE.

And she will be waiting in the living room when he is done being awkward with the girl he likes.]

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[Whether or not Ranka stole a chance to flee from the awkwardness or was calmly walked to the door, once she's left, Ion will enter the living room to attempt some form of damage control.]

Good... afternoon, mom.

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... you don't know how to ask out Ranka?

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[The reply comes after a few minutes have gone by, since he obviously wasn't going to ask for love advice in front of her.]

It isn't that I don't know how. What I meant to say was that I don't know how to ask her out without her thinking of it as just something between friends...

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Wait, how did you know I was talking about Ranka?

[HE'S NOT OBVIOUS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?]

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Call it intuition, Ion. [Well and Ranka just fell on top of him, so...]

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[...brb, loling. That's too hilarious to pass up.]

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[You're all so mean to him, sob. It takes a few minutes before he replies, still blushing just a bit.]

I don't see what's so funny about this...

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You've gotta admit, it is pretty ironic.

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Perhaps it is, a little...

[That doesn't make it cool to laugh at him, though. :|]