[After Salon De Marie's busiest day finally came to an end, when Marie goes to her bedroom, she will find a red box sitting on her bed. Said box contains a number of gifts: a large cake, a smaller box of horse-shaped white chocolates, and a necklace with a pink glowing liquid substance contained in the vial.
Attached is a card with a note written neatly by her giant mech friend, something he took time thinking hard to write down and because saying genuine words to her face is difficult. And don't ask how or when he broke into her apartment...]
I wish to express my gratitude to our friendship on this holiday, and I would like to apologize for worrying you weeks ago, as well.
If I'm not mistaken about this holiday, we give chocolates to those we like. I think. Regardless, I hope the sweets are to your liking. The necklace however holds greater importance, particularly the substance in the vial. In my culture, offering that to someone show how important they are to you, and that you care for them deeply. That is to say, you are my treasured person.
You spend your time with me, even though I don't make the best company, and I'll admit here that it helped me feel less lonely with you around. You saved me when I was on the verge of despair, convinced me that alienating myself isn't the way to live and that it's worth making new bonds. It's thanks to you that I'm able to meet people. There's still much I do not understand about your love but I appreciate that you love me, all the same.
I love you, too. Thank you for everything, my friend Marie.
[ There's no way she can express anything else other than tears of happiness, for one.
After reading the message, she has a healthy cry. Not because of anything negative, but it's the result of tension and worries that finally leave her upon finding out that Soundwave is doing better and also thinks so highly of their friendship. Having his feelings written on paper is enough for her, and she's grateful for it, and she's going to shower him with so much love and kisses once they see each other again, which is... likely tomorrow, at work.
Wiping her tears, Marie eats some chunk of the cake, while reminding herself to wear the necklace as well and show it to him - hopefully he gets the message without her saying anything.
What a good friend. She's thankful Soundwave is on the same plane of existence as her.
And she'll also have nice, sweet, lewd dreams about him tonight. ]
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Attached is a card with a note written neatly by her giant mech friend, something he took time thinking hard to write down and because saying genuine words to her face is difficult. And don't ask how or when he broke into her apartment...]
I wish to express my gratitude to our friendship on this holiday, and I would like to apologize for worrying you weeks ago, as well.
If I'm not mistaken about this holiday, we give chocolates to those we like. I think. Regardless, I hope the sweets are to your liking. The necklace however holds greater importance, particularly the substance in the vial. In my culture, offering that to someone show how important they are to you, and that you care for them deeply. That is to say, you are my treasured person.
You spend your time with me, even though I don't make the best company, and I'll admit here that it helped me feel less lonely with you around. You saved me when I was on the verge of despair, convinced me that alienating myself isn't the way to live and that it's worth making new bonds. It's thanks to you that I'm able to meet people. There's still much I do not understand about your love but I appreciate that you love me, all the same.
I love you, too. Thank you for everything, my friend Marie.
- Soundwave
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After reading the message, she has a healthy cry. Not because of anything negative, but it's the result of tension and worries that finally leave her upon finding out that Soundwave is doing better and also thinks so highly of their friendship. Having his feelings written on paper is enough for her, and she's grateful for it, and she's going to shower him with so much love and kisses once they see each other again, which is... likely tomorrow, at work.
Wiping her tears, Marie eats some chunk of the cake, while reminding herself to wear the necklace as well and show it to him - hopefully he gets the message without her saying anything.
What a good friend. She's thankful Soundwave is on the same plane of existence as her.
And she'll also have nice, sweet, lewd dreams about him tonight. ]