”A-and your doorman was kind enough to write my thoughts down in Kalosian for ya! I-I thought ya might laugh if I expressed it in your language.” She waves a small piece of stationary in the air towards the caster in front of her. “H-He even put down pronounciations! H-he’s a very kind man.” She’s absolutely beaming as she glances back down the paper in her palms, and then back up.

                  “Say it with gusto!” Declares the doorman, and Rose stumbles slightly and mutters a ‘hai’. in return.

                  “Je p-pense toujours à toi.” The words come with a look towards the man, searching for assurance she didn’t pronounce it too horribly. When he only smiles and waves for her to continue, her smile is beaming underneath the blush.

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                                                          “Je t’aime bien.”

                                                             ”Je t’adore.”

                 ”J’ai besoin de toi et je veux être avec toi pour tou-toujours..” She stumbles over the pronunciation of that one, scarlet evident under her skin, and distracted from the mischievous smirk and light giggle of her friendly translation volunteer. Did she pronounce it that badly? So bad it was actually amusing? She shifts on her feet. She’s more than a little embarrassed even as he presses her onwards again. Don’t worry Rose, he’s not chuckling at your thick accent or pronunciation. He’s laughing about the “artistic liberties” he’s taken with your script.

She’s sputtering out the next part with less confidence. “T-Tu me fasc-fascines?” To which the doorman gives a pert frown to, mouthing “Gusto! Gusto!” After all, it’s a less funny prank if she doesn’t go into it barreling forward headfirst. More little johtovian mutterings.

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               Part of her is feeling quite flustered as she works out the last words, staring into the holocaster camera, twirling a finger anxiously through a blonde lock. “…Tu es l’amour de ma v-vie…Tu me rends heureux… Veux-tu m’épouser? Jo-Joyeux anniversaire !

           It’s at this exact point that the doorman’s subtle humor breaks into outright laughter to the point where Rose is left standing flushed and confused about the cause of it. She pauses for awhile, eyes looking down at the paper for soundouts again, biting her lip until it hits her. She’s had a trick played on her. Oh.

             She rushes forward to snatch the holocaster out of the man’s hands, “Y-You are quite rude!” But he’s too beside himself to stop laughing as she pulls the camera close to her face. “Y-Your doorman is very rude, Augustine! D-disregard any of that! I-I’ll tell ya myself in person when ya wake up!”

              She hopes the holocaster can’t make out fully how embarrassed she is as she digs her heels into the ground. “B-But um. Happy birthday, August. Consider this a starting gift for the rest of the day, al-alrighty? Y-you’ve always been kind to me and I wanna repay the favor.”

                A short awkward little laugh on her lips: “I-I’m runnin’ out of batteries now, so I’ll hold this to a close, alrighty? B-but I’ll have breakfast ready by the time you’re done showerin’ and changing into things. I want ya to do that first so everything else goes in the right order? Okay? Good morning. Happy birthday.”

"S-see you when you’re done changin’ and showering. See ya soon."