A young man with white hair and freckles approaches you with a sheepish smile, holding out to you a carefully done envelope. He hands you the envelope without a word. Inside is a small poem. It reads; - " Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. You are my best friend. And I hope I am to you. " - Claude. (@idv-askclaudedesaulnier)
This is a surprise - a rare, out of the blue sort of surprise. Rarely did anyone approach him, not hunters, much less survivors, therefore, what could this one want to do with him? The distance closes, and despite his own cautious step backwards, an envelope's presentation serves to close- standing in that gap, polite in an invitation to take it from the hands of this young man, who looks distantly familiar.
"..." He takes it. Scanning over the words carefully, the message is...unexpected. 'Best Friend', it stirs memories of old, in golden rays, golden days - fond, this he could not deny.
Sincerely, he's smiling - "Thank you." ooc; hello again after three eons! i've at last crawled out of the current boss level being this uni term. it will be back, but for now i thought to update this blog a little, missed my grumpy fellow. hope everyone's doing dandy!
