A knock could be heard behind Lawrence's door, opening the door a nervoud redhead appeared.
🖋⊂(•́ _ •̀⊂ "Ah, Hello! Sorry for appearing so suddenly, we don't know eachother formerly, my name is Allan Crowell, it's a pleasure."
The redhead extends his hand with a letter along it adressed to Law.
"A friend of mine sends this for you, he says he's sorry for not being able to be here right now, i'll be going, goodbye mister Cotas!"
With a quick bow, Allan dissapeard as soon as he appeared, leaving the gambler with the contents of the letter.
Espero que estes bien, disculpa por no poder estar presencialmente para saludarte como de debe, mi cuchurrumin :c
No es por dar excusas–pero la b̶o̶l̶u̶d̶a̶ de Anna no me deja salir, disculpame la vida.
Creeme que apenas pueda, o si quieres tu vienes a verme y te recibo como te lo mereces u3u~
Con amor y muchas disculpas,
The Gambler perks up at the mention of the poet's name, remembering from few of his countless talks with Gabriel and one of his talks with his... brother.
"Nice to finally get to meet you Mr. Crowell, Pleasure is all mine."
He said with a warm smile before taking the letter, the other had scurried off so fast he didn't get the time to bid him his goodbye.
Lawrence closed the door of his shared room and sat on his bed to read the letter.
Something about the letter made him giggle like a school girl in love, holding the letter close to his chest before getting up and grabbing a piece of paper to write back...
He tenido dias mejores, pero tu preocupación hace que todos mis problemas se desvanezcan casi por completo, aunque preferiría haber escuchado eso de ti en vez de leerlo, solo imaginarlo hace que me sienta enamorado como si fuera la primera vez.
No te preocupes por no poder venir, ya me acostumbre a tu hermana prohibiendo dejarte salir...
Tengo tantas cartas por terminar de responder. Pero apenas las termine, iré a verte y arrastrarte lejos de tu trabajo, solo para que pueda comerte la cara a besos.
"Sam be a dear and deliver this to--"
"This manor has a postman, and guess what? I'm not the postman so go ask him instead to do his job."
"You're so uncooperative when it's about my lovers-"
