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A letter written in the scrawl of what one can only assume is a prepubescent nincompoop arrives at James Arrows' quarters wherever the heck he is staying. For some reason, the author has decided to transcribe his stutter into the text, perhaps because he doesn't understand the concept of written language.
"D-dear Master H-Hand,
Y-you were joking about earlier t-today ... right? P-please don't trouble M-miss Lasvi, I'm s-sure she has better things to do than w-worry about finding a ... erm. Lady ... friend? For me. Y-yes.
Thanks!"
The letter is signed "Rian," which is crossed out a few times and replaced with "Ryan." A messy scribble next to the signature does not fully hide what was obviously a happy smiley face before the author decided to blacken it out.
"D-dear Master H-Hand,
Y-you were joking about earlier t-today ... right? P-please don't trouble M-miss Lasvi, I'm s-sure she has better things to do than w-worry about finding a ... erm. Lady ... friend? For me. Y-yes.
Thanks!"
The letter is signed "Rian," which is crossed out a few times and replaced with "Ryan." A messy scribble next to the signature does not fully hide what was obviously a happy smiley face before the author decided to blacken it out.