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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz
"I think there in lies the problem," Aspen made air quotes with her hands to finish her thought, "'Tell him what you want him to know' -- see, the problem with that is that I, first, would have to know what I know and I don't always know, you know? It's the knowing."
She passed him a sheet of parchment, then readied herself another, too. Maybe their combined writing powers could get this done. Maybe he had a point? Keep it simple.
"Dear Pops," she started out loud as she looped the word out in gobbledygook. After a pause, she added, "That's what I call him. Pops." She couldn't remember why, just that she always had. "Miss you." Scribble scribble. This was the longest Aspen could remember ever gone without seeing him. Maybe when she was younger when there still someone to look after her around, he spent more time away, but to Aspen's memory - this was it. "Happy Valentine's Day...?"
Aspen looked to Cornelius for his thoughts on this letter thus far. She was a few ticks away from heightening Discarded Paper Mountain.
Cornelius couldn't help but let out a bit of a chuckle as Aspen explained that knowing what she wanted to talk about was the actual problem, but he knew that she would figure it out sooner or later. He listened vaguely as Aspen began to speak aloud as she wrote on her fresh piece of parchment, a little preoccupied with his own letter beginning before him.
"You'll figure it out," he assured her with a soft laugh, knowing that she'd find the words eventually.
He took a spare quill and dipped it in the ink, beginning to write slowly as he listened to Aspen write a bit of an introduction to her letter, greeting her father, saying that she missed him, before wishing him a happy Valentine's Day. His quill paused on the paper. What?! Eyes widening, he slowly brought his light brown eyes up to Aspen's expression, searching her eyes for any sign of disappointment. It was around Valentine's Day?! He hadn't gotten her a thing! And sure, they weren't officially going out or anything, but...still! Any girl he had ever gone out with had not only wanted something for Valentine's Day, but
expected it.
"When's Valentine's Day?" he spoke, ignoring her questioning tone accidently as his mind wandered to this topic, his light brown eyes stuck to her expression with vague worry shining through.