[ to call the date a success would be ... more than an exaggeration, it would be a flat-out lie. but that has little to do with nonon's involvement.
instead of a status report, rin has attached a photograph: it's set in the gardens, under the dappled sunlight of a tree. nonon's string quartet are arranged off the right, clearly in the middle of playing their set; makoto and haru sit across from each other on the picnic blanket in the foreground. they appear to be looking in opposite directions, haru half-asleep and makoto focused on his food. there are white roses scattered across the scene, even an overly elaborate white candelabra as the centerpiece.
all in all, it's a picture perfect romantic ideal. ]
not bad at all
[ yeah, this is rin's version of a thank you card.
of course, this text just happens to arrive mere moments before their untimely transport into the middle of tarzan's jungle: cerealia version. sorry, nonon, you'll have to wait until after the event if you want any further details. ]
But hey. She recognizes one of those boys there. Recognizes him well. That's Worrywart, right there sitting across from some other boy she doesn't know.
So clearly something is strange here. And she will have to fix this.
But before she can reply shit-gets-real, as it were, and she's stuck without the use of her phone.
Welp. She will just have to find Makoto or Rin herself to give them a piece of her mind. ]
text.
instead of a status report, rin has attached a photograph: it's set in the gardens, under the dappled sunlight of a tree. nonon's string quartet are arranged off the right, clearly in the middle of playing their set; makoto and haru sit across from each other on the picnic blanket in the foreground. they appear to be looking in opposite directions, haru half-asleep and makoto focused on his food. there are white roses scattered across the scene, even an overly elaborate white candelabra as the centerpiece.
all in all, it's a picture perfect romantic ideal. ]
not bad at all
[ yeah, this is rin's version of a thank you card.
of course, this text just happens to arrive mere moments before their untimely transport into the middle of tarzan's jungle: cerealia version. sorry, nonon, you'll have to wait until after the event if you want any further details. ]
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But hey. She recognizes one of those boys there. Recognizes him well. That's Worrywart, right there sitting across from some other boy she doesn't know.
So clearly something is strange here. And she will have to fix this.
But before she can reply shit-gets-real, as it were, and she's stuck without the use of her phone.
Welp. She will just have to find Makoto or Rin herself to give them a piece of her mind. ]