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Ah-hello! I, ah, wasn't able to get to the tablet in time so if you could please leave your name I'll try to contact you back--ah! And your number! Please.
Ah...
Is that it...?
Ah...
Is that it...?
[ timcanpy will ambush miranda and give her her gift from one (1) redheaded general, which is a pair of gloves and a scarf. there is nothing on it to say who it is from, but it should be obvious since tim is the one delivering it. :') ]
[ it's a new year, Lenalee thinks, and though there have been no fireworks or drinks to ring it in, she weaves her way to where Miranda is staying not long after midnight, trusting she'll likely be awake
rap rap raps her knuckles on the doorway ]
rap rap raps her knuckles on the doorway ]
[ Miranda was awake--about forty minutes ago; right before she fell asleep at the table, face half-smothered in a book. She startles upright at the knocking, almost stumbling out of her seat in her haste to answer the door. ]
Y-yes? [ She asks, breathless and wide-eyed; a dark smudge on her cheek. ]
Y-yes? [ She asks, breathless and wide-eyed; a dark smudge on her cheek. ]
[ That's right, it's in January! And January isn't for another...
She counts the days out on her fingers; fumbling through her numbers as her sleep-addled mind tries to remember what day it is now--and whose birthday should be closest. Surely there's someone before hers, and Lenalee's here to remind her of it! Yes, that's it! What a good friend, even if Miranda is horribly (and obviously) not.
And yet the numbers she comes up with don't lie, even when she repeats the count. ]
She counts the days out on her fingers; fumbling through her numbers as her sleep-addled mind tries to remember what day it is now--and whose birthday should be closest. Surely there's someone before hers, and Lenalee's here to remind her of it! Yes, that's it! What a good friend, even if Miranda is horribly (and obviously) not.
And yet the numbers she comes up with don't lie, even when she repeats the count. ]
Oh, it's nothing to trouble yourself over!
[ And here is the blanket to prove it! It may be a bit patched over in several places, and a bit ugly with its mottled patterns and colors, but thousands of finger pricks later and it's a sturdy addition to any wardrobe. Provided shounens never find it. ]
Is there anything else you'd like? Tea? Well, I don't really have much for tea but I could warm up some water too, if that's what you want!
[ And here is the blanket to prove it! It may be a bit patched over in several places, and a bit ugly with its mottled patterns and colors, but thousands of finger pricks later and it's a sturdy addition to any wardrobe. Provided shounens never find it. ]
Is there anything else you'd like? Tea? Well, I don't really have much for tea but I could warm up some water too, if that's what you want!
[Endearment makes a valiant battle against her concern and loses, as it always, inevitably, does.]
Water is fine, you needn't do anything to it. But! The least I could do for your birthday is a housewarming gift.
[ did you, did you see what she did there ]
Water is fine, you needn't do anything to it. But! The least I could do for your birthday is a housewarming gift.
[ did you, did you see what she did there ]
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