[At some point on the 14th of February, a red paper takeout box ends up on an easily-noticed surface at Rohan's place — maybe near his work desk, maybe by his bed, maybe in the kitchen where he's sure to pass through. But either way, it's reasonably unobtrusive: nothing particularly fancy and with no particular fanfare, just there.
Inside, if he chooses to open it, he'll find his Valentine's day chocolate delivered in an equally unobtrusive way, featuring about a dozen chocolate-filled berries and a folded note that reads, in neatly printed Japanese: ]
You used to lecture me about how bad chocolate is for dogs...right before volunteering to eat all of Arnold's share of candy on his behalf. I thought you might not mind volunteering again this year. ~❤~
[Well, naturally Rohan's initial reaction is disgust and aggravation because he has much better things to do than waste his time on something as frivolous as these inane little holiday traditions. So although he's opened it and read it, for a little while, it goes completely ignored, untouched, and without response as he goes about his day. But he sees it a few times and can't ignore it completely. He thinks of responding. He drafts a half-dozen or so responses, varying in their degrees of scathing commentary that waxes and wanes with his irritation every time he looks at the small box. But even as he enjoys the spiraling, unkind responses in his head? He can't make himself pick up the watch and type all of that out. Not that he knows why precisely.]
[Or rather he doesn't want to admit to why because eventually, he stashes the note she's written somewhere to keep. He could care less about the berries or the chocolate they come with. He cares about that small scrap she's given him. So eventually, Reimi gets a very terse:]
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Inside, if he chooses to open it, he'll find his Valentine's day chocolate delivered in an equally unobtrusive way, featuring about a dozen chocolate-filled berries and a folded note that reads, in neatly printed Japanese: ]
You used to lecture me about how bad chocolate is for dogs...right before volunteering to eat all of Arnold's share of candy on his behalf. I thought you might not mind volunteering again this year. ~❤~
i'm not late... /clears throat
[Or rather he doesn't want to admit to why because eventually, he stashes the note she's written somewhere to keep. He could care less about the berries or the chocolate they come with. He cares about that small scrap she's given him. So eventually, Reimi gets a very terse:]
Thank you.
[And he leaves it at that.]