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@out-for-delivery
There's a note stuck the door, he always finds a way to use those pens, nowadays.
ăOut for delivery! I'll be back soon!ă
The hand writing is sloppier than you'd expect, honestly.
Of course, as things go here, the stench of death is on the other side of the door. Rather hard to clean out when a body seems to follow you everywhere! (It was part of the job description, so not much to complain about!)
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hi youre wonderful and pretty and amazing and if anyone says otherwise theyre WRONG and EVIL . have more pens here take some pens here im giving you more pens
Aw, thanks bud. Iâll be sure to put âem tâgood use!
boyyyyy YOU are SO dammed pretty
weeeeell thank ya!
hi boyyyyyyyyyyy you areSTILL too pretty.itsPISSING ME OFFFFFFF pleaseeeeee im SUFFERING here
iâm sorry đ˘
Courier was finally let off to go home, he had a terrible headache still. He wasâŚhe had a splitting headache and his memory was fudging. Comedian helped him get home, and he had a small bottle of pain meds he was supposed to get refilled at the end of the week. Comedian seemed almostâŚhesitant? No, more like nervous about it. Heâd be pretty panicked if his close friend got hit by a god damn car too, to be fair though.
He had a splitting fucking headache still, and the back pain was unbearable. He couldnât really get himself to walk up the stairs do all he could do was lay on the couch on hope the nausea from the pain would go away. He got dizzier the more he moved his head so he just closed his eyes and hoped itâd resolve on its own.
Where was Comedian again?
*slides a basket to you* heres some uhh funfetti cupcakes! OH And more pens ^_^
ohâŚthanks bud? i like cupcakes, pretty sure funfetti was my favorite.
boyyyy you are too pretty itâs pissing me offf!!!
Oh well, thanks a ton? I like tâthink Iâm quite pretty myselfâŚmaybe iâll try growinâ out my hair againâŚ
He was just getting groceries.
He told Comedian heâd be back soon, that theyâd bake some cookies together.
Everything was fine again, he was grtting better. Heâd been through so much but he was getting better.
So why did everything hurt now, as he laid out in the road?
A panicked passerby rushed over, someone else looked distraught. What happened? What happened? What happened?
He was fine. He was fine. Where was Comedian? He missed Comedian.
He tried sitting up, to ask where she was, but his head hurt so badly. His ears were ringing. He was pretty sure he was going to vomit.
He couldnât get himself to say anything. Someone was trying to offer him comfort.
He didnât need comfort, he needed Comedian.
Where wasâ..?
Oh. Oh. It all hurt. It all hurt so badly.
He hadnât said goodbye yet. He didnât want to say goodbye yet. Tears pricked his eyes. Nothing hurt worse than the crushing feeling in his chest.
He missed comedian.
He didnât want to say goodbye yet.
This had to he a joke, was he dying? After everything?
He was only twenty nine.
His birthday was soon. He was going to get to celebrate his birthday with Comedian this year.
Comedian and him hadnât even been friends for a year. He didnât want to lose him. He didnât want to join his ma just yet, he had more things to bake.
He had more things to do.
He had to tell Comedian that he missed him more. He had to tell Comedian that he loved them more. He had to tell Comedian that xe were his best friend. He had to tell Comedian ve were like a brother to him.
He missed Comedian.
He closed his eyes, sick with guilt. Comedian wouldnât make it this time, would he?
he missed comedian.
comedian was starting to have second thoughts about this whole april fool's prank. he didn't quite calculate the level of distance from the door to his head, see, so now she was carrying a bucket of unfairly heavy letters and stamps, and no way to hoist them up. umm.. well, it was the last set of them, at least. comedian didn't really want to grab the chair from all the way in the other room to put this one up, so xe'd probably have to make a leap of faith. it took some tripping, like a lot, but she managed to do it eventually. a good few letters fell to the floor, so her next solution was to kick everything under the door and hope courier had a fun time picking them up..
comedian glanced at the clock. 7 am. right. while he was walking around in the morning doing random shit, he made curry. maybe he could bring that up for courier! he took a plate and skipped up the stairs. for someone who had their legs broken twice within 4 months, they were oddly uncaring about whether or not they'd fall.
pooostt boyyy!!! wake upppp!!!! sometimes comedian wondered when courier was gonna tell him to stop making a big racket in the morning... but it didn't seem like he cared much as of now.
Courier woke up easily, albeit a little startled. He sat up rubbing his face. It was a little earlier than Courier usually woke up, but he didnât mind.
Iâm up, Iâm up.
Courier mumbled, standing up. He noticed the few letters on the ground he didnât really recognize, he mustâve just forgotten them. He wasnât sure how they ended up on the floor, though. He set them neatly on his desk, heâd organize them with the rest later.
He opened the door to greet comedian, only for the bucket of letters to drop on him. It took him a moment, he was genuinely stunned and didnât really understand what happened for a moment. For a split second he worried for the letters, and vaguely for comedian, before he realized what had happened. He quickly just devolved into giggles.
comedian started giggling after courier, using his free hand to cover his face. courier found it funny, then!! hopefully he'd find the several other buckets funny too, but he had a sneaking suspicion it'd get old fast. april fools!! heh, totally got ya. he managed to stop snickering, holding out the plate with curry in it. i made you curry! and i'll help you pick up the letters.
Courier nodded, but his attention was quickly diverted at the curry. He smiled widely, dropping to the ground to collect the letters carefully.
Alright, ya can set that down. Iâll just collect âem tâput on the desk and organize later.
Courier explained, he normally wouldâve organized them immediately, but he already had an idea to get back at Comedian, and he wanted to spend more time with her today. Maybe heâd ask it to sit with him while he organized th later.
And, thanks, bud!
comedian was starting to have second thoughts about this whole april fool's prank. he didn't quite calculate the level of distance from the door to his head, see, so now she was carrying a bucket of unfairly heavy letters and stamps, and no way to hoist them up. umm.. well, it was the last set of them, at least. comedian didn't really want to grab the chair from all the way in the other room to put this one up, so xe'd probably have to make a leap of faith. it took some tripping, like a lot, but she managed to do it eventually. a good few letters fell to the floor, so her next solution was to kick everything under the door and hope courier had a fun time picking them up..
comedian glanced at the clock. 7 am. right. while he was walking around in the morning doing random shit, he made curry. maybe he could bring that up for courier! he took a plate and skipped up the stairs. for someone who had their legs broken twice within 4 months, they were oddly uncaring about whether or not they'd fall.
pooostt boyyy!!! wake upppp!!!! sometimes comedian wondered when courier was gonna tell him to stop making a big racket in the morning... but it didn't seem like he cared much as of now.
Courier woke up easily, albeit a little startled. He sat up rubbing his face. It was a little earlier than Courier usually woke up, but he didnât mind.
Iâm up, Iâm up.
Courier mumbled, standing up. He noticed the few letters on the ground he didnât really recognize, he mustâve just forgotten them. He wasnât sure how they ended up on the floor, though. He set them neatly on his desk, heâd organize them with the rest later.
He opened the door to greet comedian, only for the bucket of letters to drop on him. It took him a moment, he was genuinely stunned and didnât really understand what happened for a moment. For a split second he worried for the letters, and vaguely for comedian, before he realized what had happened. He quickly just devolved into giggles.
Courier woke up, he went downstairs. He checked the kitchen, once, twice. He checked the knives four times over. To make sure none were missing. He gave a glance over to the living room. There was a nagging feeling that wasnât going away, but he didnât want to wake up Comedian. It was important she got her sleep. He checked under a few things that could be lifted. Not everything. Just some things. And then the other things, and then more things, and then it was everything. He made sure to out everything back where it was supposed to, even tidying up a bit.
The nagging feeling did not go away. He knew the fear was irrational. He had to know that. It was a fear nonetheless.
âŚ.Comedian wouldnât really mind, would ve?
Courier went up to their room. He didnât bother knocking, maybe he should have, but he knew by now Comedian was well done and asleep. Courier took a deep breath, and went towards Comedian. Was he breathing?
Heya bud, âre ya okay? Are ya breathinâ?
It was a bit of an odd question to ask. He felt it was importany regardless. He had to ask. He had to reassure himself that everything was okay before going back to bed.
hhgnnhhhwwhaatt? courier? comedian rolled over, groaning loudly and swaddling himself with his blanket. he still had, what, 6 more hours to sleep? what even was this? comedian silently complained in his head. he had very important jobs to attend to!!!! .. most of them involved him drinking lemonade. he wasn't a very busy person. he tried opening his eyes before immediately giving up with the effort. .. what was going on? something about- breathing? she was pretty sure he was breathing, yeah. another moment passed as he finally managed to understand what courier was saying. oh. what time even was it? was courier okay? comedian, with much effort, lifted an eye open to check on him. he looked.. scared, to say the least. like he was afraid something really, really bad was going to happen. either way, his thoughts were sluggish, along with his voice and movements. it took her a couple more moments to realize she actually had to say something before courier freaked.
uhhmmm.. yeah, i'm- i'm breathin', man. never had better air in here. he blindly reached out to attempt to sit up straight, falling straight back on the bed in the process. too early in the morning.
Courier let out a breath of relief. He was okay! That was good. âŚ.That also means there was no reason to wake them up. He felt a little bad, everything was okay so he had nothing to worry about.
Oh-hah, thatâs good. Sorry fer wakinâ ya, I was just worried.
How often was he going to be âworriedâ? He felt like he was having to check through the house more often recently, even if no one had even came in today.
Itâs fine, everything was okay now, because he double checked. He was glad that Comedian was okay too! (zeâd probably be better off if she had gotten a full night of sleep.)
Courier was out by the market again. He was glad that Comedian was so happy to see his letter, he wasâŚgenerally happy too. Heâd been in a much better mood recently. Things had been going so nicely, hadnât they? Him and Comedian were able to spend more time together, he was able to bake more, and he handât felt like rotting a hole in the bed either. It was nice that they managed to keep each other in check, for lack of a better term. Heâd promised her that they could make that lemonade cake recipe together, he didnât really need to get anything for thatâŚ.It was still good to be out and about every once in a while. Kept him feeling decent and Comedian less worried. As he browsed the stalls, he figured he could still get a little trinket for Comedian, even if he didnât have a real reason to.
As he strolled, he noticed a stall stuffed to the brim with flowers. He stared at them for a while. He could recall a few names from memory, but he couldnât exactly pin point why. âŚOh. Right. He honestly didnât like lingering on Moot for too long. Thinking about Moot led to thinking about Rhett. He justâŚ.couldnât deal with that anymore. Maybe there was a healthier way to deal with it, but he just wanted to let go. He didnât have the time, or frankly the energy to deal with it anymore. Itâd be fine, eventually.
Courier smiled, even if he didnât like thinking about it, it seemed to be visiting more frequently. âŚMostly for Comedian, he guessed. That was fine, he understood it. She DID have great jokes, he guessed thatâs just what kids saw entertaining. âŚit felt so strange to still see Moot as a child. No one else seemed to comment on it though, so heâŚjust ignored it. Weird things happened here all the time.
Regardless, he knew Moot liked flowers. And maybe Comedian would appreciate some too, and itâd give him something to take care of. He wasnât exactly the best fit for work right now. âŚHeâd need to figure that out soon too. He was pretty sure he was legally recognized as dead, or something. It hurt his head to think about, and gave him a tight feeling in his chest. He was in a good mood right now though, and he didnât want to ruin that when he could think about all of this trouble later. He could probably get away with some odd jobs, something like that. Or maybe this town would brush off the idea of someone being dead and working. Didnât matter. Heâd figure it out. In the mean time, he took a closer look at the flowers.
The camellias poked out at him obviously. He stared at them uncomfortably, but there was no red ones. He couldnât help but let out a sigh of relief at that. Heâd steer clear of them regardless, but still. From the colors he did see, there wasâŚwhite and yellow. Neat, he supposed. Not really. He didnât like looking at them. He shifted his gaze to the marigolds instead. He only knew a couple flowers names by heart, and not much else about them. Shouldnât be too hard to care for them, right?
As he was thinking, he felt someone sharply glaring at him.
He turned around, only to be met with a smiling face. He couldnât quite tell what about them felt off, but there was something. Something that left a pit in his stomach, Courier felt like he had to go. Instead, he took off his hat, and crushed it under his arm. He was wearing a plain shirt todayâŚno poncho in sight. He didnât know why it felt like that mattered, but it did. He looked away trying to focus on the flowers in front of him again.
The person only approached, they didnât look at Courier. They instead stood right beside him.
Have ya been around here much? âFraid Iâm rather new.
Courier didnât give them a proper response. He couldnât think of one. He just gave them a subtle nod, and hoped that was enough. He couldnât tell what was wrong, what was making him nervous. Nothing around them seemed threatening, and they didnât seem to be affiliated with anyone thatâd cause him troubleâŚHe didnât know. Maybe he was just imagining things.
The person continued,
Just in town fer a job, erâŚItâs more a fetch quest fer my boss. Not much trouble, honestly. Iâll probably be gone in a week.
Courier almost laughed. He had some thoughts along those lines when he first got here too. Maybe that was projecting, though. He had a real reason to stay. This was just someone running an errand for their boss.
Buuut, Iâd still like tâtake a look around, yâknow? I donât get outta town much.
Courier nodded absently. He could understand the sentiment. He figured by now he should probably say something, right?
Oh well, yaknow, this townâs not too shabby. Not much tâsee though.
Nothing that wasnât directly connected to something terrible. It didnât take long to notice the way the person began glaring at him again. He didnât have the slightest idea as to why, either. Did he say something wrong?
Courier was out by the market again. He was glad that Comedian was so happy to see his letter, he wasâŚgenerally happy too. Heâd been in a much better mood recently. Things had been going so nicely, hadnât they? Him and Comedian were able to spend more time together, he was able to bake more, and he handât felt like rotting a hole in the bed either. It was nice that they managed to keep each other in check, for lack of a better term. Heâd promised her that they could make that lemonade cake recipe together, he didnât really need to get anything for thatâŚ.It was still good to be out and about every once in a while. Kept him feeling decent and Comedian less worried. As he browsed the stalls, he figured he could still get a little trinket for Comedian, even if he didnât have a real reason to.
As he strolled, he noticed a stall stuffed to the brim with flowers. He stared at them for a while. He could recall a few names from memory, but he couldnât exactly pin point why. âŚOh. Right. He honestly didnât like lingering on Moot for too long. Thinking about Moot led to thinking about Rhett. He justâŚ.couldnât deal with that anymore. Maybe there was a healthier way to deal with it, but he just wanted to let go. He didnât have the time, or frankly the energy to deal with it anymore. Itâd be fine, eventually.
Courier smiled, even if he didnât like thinking about it, it seemed to be visiting more frequently. âŚMostly for Comedian, he guessed. That was fine, he understood it. She DID have great jokes, he guessed thatâs just what kids saw entertaining. âŚit felt so strange to still see Moot as a child. No one else seemed to comment on it though, so heâŚjust ignored it. Weird things happened here all the time.
Regardless, he knew Moot liked flowers. And maybe Comedian would appreciate some too, and itâd give him something to take care of. He wasnât exactly the best fit for work right now. âŚHeâd need to figure that out soon too. He was pretty sure he was legally recognized as dead, or something. It hurt his head to think about, and gave him a tight feeling in his chest. He was in a good mood right now though, and he didnât want to ruin that when he could think about all of this trouble later. He could probably get away with some odd jobs, something like that. Or maybe this town would brush off the idea of someone being dead and working. Didnât matter. Heâd figure it out. In the mean time, he took a closer look at the flowers.
The camellias poked out at him obviously. He stared at them uncomfortably, but there was no red ones. He couldnât help but let out a sigh of relief at that. Heâd steer clear of them regardless, but still. From the colors he did see, there wasâŚwhite and yellow. Neat, he supposed. Not really. He didnât like looking at them. He shifted his gaze to the marigolds instead. He only knew a couple flowers names by heart, and not much else about them. Shouldnât be too hard to care for them, right?
As he was thinking, he felt someone sharply glaring at him.
There was a letter left in the mailbox, it was obviously one of Courierâs envelopes. There was a doodle of a bird on the front. âŚHe seemed to be putting elixâs pens to use!
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It was addressed to you, so it couldnât have been a mistake. A little odd he chose to put it in the mailbox rather than just hand it off to you, then again he couldâve just missed delivering mail.
In any case, the hand writing was sloppier than youâd expect, but legible.
âHey, Comedian! I didnât have a real reason for a letter. It just felt like a good excuse to deliver some mail.
Itâs also a good excuse to give you a thank you letter. Itâs about time I thanked you properlyâŚLittle worried the pudding isnât quite getting my message across. So thanks, bud! For everything. You know how good of a friend you are to me, right? I wouldnât be alive without you here, honestly. Even if itâs a little heavy to think about. Iâm working on that, so nothing to worry about either.
I am real thankful for you letting me live with you too, even if I technically have my own place. âŚIt is âoccupiedâ right now, but itâs the thought that counts. Sorry for the breakdowns. Donât mean to make you deal with my mess, even if it is comforting that youâre here.
I also just wanna let you know youâre a wonderful person. I donât know how to tell you in a meaningful way. I hope the cinnamon rolls make up for that. I honestly think of you like a brother, if thatâs no issue on your part. Iâm happy that youâre around. Iâm happy that youâve stayed, Iâm happy that Iâve stayed. Your jokes are very funny, too. I wouldâve slipped in a pun somewhere along the way, but wordplay isnât my strong suit. Guess itâs better to leave that to the ones thatâre good at it, huh?
I canât really think of anything else to write. Words are not what Iâm best at. On another note, I found a recipe for a lemonade cake. We could bake it together, if you want! Iâd just like to bake something with you. Maybe we could talk about my mom. She wouldâve really liked you. Maybe we could make brownies together sometime. Just let me know, alright?
Your friend,
Courier.â
comedian had indeed gotten the letter! he bounced his heels out of habit, smiling at the mailbox. she pulled the letter out carefully, taking time to take a look at the outside and to admire it. it was pretty, comedian could tell you that! he always liked seeing what envelopes courier used! and then he didn't even notice it, but xe was smiling at the thought of the letter, and she always appreciated when courier did stuff for her. it always made him feel guilty- like comedian wasn't doing enough for him. comedian wanted to do more. he settled in the kitchen. he had planned to take his time to read the letter, making sure to savor whatever courier wanted to say to him- she was pretty sure courier was happy when he did that. ... oh. wow. comedian hadn't even finished the letter, it was just the first part- and yet he was already getting emotional. shaking hands. he could recognize his hands were shaking- the same way comedian couldn't shake the smile off his face despite the fact that tears were building up slowly, and the giggling turned into little sobs. she didn't know why she was crying. maybe it was just the proof that yes, he was loved, yes, he doesn't have to worry, and- .. courier was such a good friend. comedian couldn't believe he was crying over a letter. she barely finished the letter before she pushed herself up from the table and marched right over to courier's door. they pushed the door open slightly, peaking his head in. courier?
Courier wasnât doing much. He was still laying down. He sat up when Comedian entered the room, she sounded like he was crying, oh golly what couldâve happened?
Hey, bud! Are ya alright?
He asked, at least attempting to make the worry present in his voice. He never knew exactly how he came off.
comedian wasn't really thinking, he just stepped into the room and went in for a hug- which ideally he shouldn't have done, but she'd gone and done it now and she really, really missed courier. i'm, i'm- i'm sorry, i just, um, read your letter- and- comedian sniffled, moving to loosen his hold. should've probably warned courier. it means a lot, to, me.
Itâs okay bud, I uhâŚdidnât mean tâmake ya cry?
Courier was a little unsure. He was pretty sure Comedian wasnât upset, but they were still crying, so he felt a little bad for em.
Oh, and yer welcome. Was in a letter writinâ mood, yâknow?
There was a letter left in the mailbox, it was obviously one of Courierâs envelopes. There was a doodle of a bird on the front. âŚHe seemed to be putting elixâs pens to use!
âŚ
It was addressed to you, so it couldnât have been a mistake. A little odd he chose to put it in the mailbox rather than just hand it off to you, then again he couldâve just missed delivering mail.
In any case, the hand writing was sloppier than youâd expect, but legible.
âHey, Comedian! I didnât have a real reason for a letter. It just felt like a good excuse to deliver some mail.
Itâs also a good excuse to give you a thank you letter. Itâs about time I thanked you properlyâŚLittle worried the pudding isnât quite getting my message across. So thanks, bud! For everything. You know how good of a friend you are to me, right? I wouldnât be alive without you here, honestly. Even if itâs a little heavy to think about. Iâm working on that, so nothing to worry about either.
I am real thankful for you letting me live with you too, even if I technically have my own place. âŚIt is âoccupiedâ right now, but itâs the thought that counts. Sorry for the breakdowns. Donât mean to make you deal with my mess, even if it is comforting that youâre here.
I also just wanna let you know youâre a wonderful person. I donât know how to tell you in a meaningful way. I hope the cinnamon rolls make up for that. I honestly think of you like a brother, if thatâs no issue on your part. Iâm happy that youâre around. Iâm happy that youâve stayed, Iâm happy that Iâve stayed. Your jokes are very funny, too. I wouldâve slipped in a pun somewhere along the way, but wordplay isnât my strong suit. Guess itâs better to leave that to the ones thatâre good at it, huh?
I canât really think of anything else to write. Words are not what Iâm best at. On another note, I found a recipe for a lemonade cake. We could bake it together, if you want! Iâd just like to bake something with you. Maybe we could talk about my mom. She wouldâve really liked you. Maybe we could make brownies together sometime. Just let me know, alright?
Your friend,
Courier.â
comedian had indeed gotten the letter! he bounced his heels out of habit, smiling at the mailbox. she pulled the letter out carefully, taking time to take a look at the outside and to admire it. it was pretty, comedian could tell you that! he always liked seeing what envelopes courier used! and then he didn't even notice it, but xe was smiling at the thought of the letter, and she always appreciated when courier did stuff for her. it always made him feel guilty- like comedian wasn't doing enough for him. comedian wanted to do more. he settled in the kitchen. he had planned to take his time to read the letter, making sure to savor whatever courier wanted to say to him- she was pretty sure courier was happy when he did that. ... oh. wow. comedian hadn't even finished the letter, it was just the first part- and yet he was already getting emotional. shaking hands. he could recognize his hands were shaking- the same way comedian couldn't shake the smile off his face despite the fact that tears were building up slowly, and the giggling turned into little sobs. she didn't know why she was crying. maybe it was just the proof that yes, he was loved, yes, he doesn't have to worry, and- .. courier was such a good friend. comedian couldn't believe he was crying over a letter. she barely finished the letter before she pushed herself up from the table and marched right over to courier's door. they pushed the door open slightly, peaking his head in. courier?
Courier wasnât doing much. He was still laying down. He sat up when Comedian entered the room, she sounded like he was crying, oh golly what couldâve happened?
Hey, bud! Are ya alright?
He asked, at least attempting to make the worry present in his voice. He never knew exactly how he came off.
comedian wasn't really thinking, he just stepped into the room and went in for a hug- which ideally he shouldn't have done, but she'd gone and done it now and she really, really missed courier. i'm, i'm- i'm sorry, i just, um, read your letter- and- comedian sniffled, moving to loosen his hold. should've probably warned courier. it means a lot, to, me.
There was a letter left in the mailbox, it was obviously one of Courierâs envelopes. There was a doodle of a bird on the front. âŚHe seemed to be putting elixâs pens to use!
âŚ
It was addressed to you, so it couldnât have been a mistake. A little odd he chose to put it in the mailbox rather than just hand it off to you, then again he couldâve just missed delivering mail.
In any case, the hand writing was sloppier than youâd expect, but legible.
âHey, Comedian! I didnât have a real reason for a letter. It just felt like a good excuse to deliver some mail.
Itâs also a good excuse to give you a thank you letter. Itâs about time I thanked you properlyâŚLittle worried the pudding isnât quite getting my message across. So thanks, bud! For everything. You know how good of a friend you are to me, right? I wouldnât be alive without you here, honestly. Even if itâs a little heavy to think about. Iâm working on that, so nothing to worry about either.
I am real thankful for you letting me live with you too, even if I technically have my own place. âŚIt is âoccupiedâ right now, but itâs the thought that counts. Sorry for the breakdowns. Donât mean to make you deal with my mess, even if it is comforting that youâre here.
I also just wanna let you know youâre a wonderful person. I donât know how to tell you in a meaningful way. I hope the cinnamon rolls make up for that. I honestly think of you like a brother, if thatâs no issue on your part. Iâm happy that youâre around. Iâm happy that youâve stayed, Iâm happy that Iâve stayed. Your jokes are very funny, too. I wouldâve slipped in a pun somewhere along the way, but wordplay isnât my strong suit. Guess itâs better to leave that to the ones thatâre good at it, huh?
I canât really think of anything else to write. Words are not what Iâm best at. On another note, I found a recipe for a lemonade cake. We could bake it together, if you want! Iâd just like to bake something with you. Maybe we could talk about my mom. She wouldâve really liked you. Maybe we could make brownies together sometime. Just let me know, alright?
Your friend,
Courier.â
comedian had indeed gotten the letter! he bounced his heels out of habit, smiling at the mailbox. she pulled the letter out carefully, taking time to take a look at the outside and to admire it. it was pretty, comedian could tell you that! he always liked seeing what envelopes courier used! and then he didn't even notice it, but xe was smiling at the thought of the letter, and she always appreciated when courier did stuff for her. it always made him feel guilty- like comedian wasn't doing enough for him. comedian wanted to do more. he settled in the kitchen. he had planned to take his time to read the letter, making sure to savor whatever courier wanted to say to him- she was pretty sure courier was happy when he did that. ... oh. wow. comedian hadn't even finished the letter, it was just the first part- and yet he was already getting emotional. shaking hands. he could recognize his hands were shaking- the same way comedian couldn't shake the smile off his face despite the fact that tears were building up slowly, and the giggling turned into little sobs. she didn't know why she was crying. maybe it was just the proof that yes, he was loved, yes, he doesn't have to worry, and- .. courier was such a good friend. comedian couldn't believe he was crying over a letter. she barely finished the letter before she pushed herself up from the table and marched right over to courier's door. they pushed the door open slightly, peaking his head in. courier?
Courier wasnât doing much. He was still laying down. He sat up when Comedian entered the room, she sounded like he was crying, oh golly what couldâve happened?
Hey, bud! Are ya alright?
He asked, at least attempting to make the worry present in his voice. He never knew exactly how he came off.
⢠post stamps p3
p1 - p2
accidentally deleted half of them on procreate and had to remake them but i managed to finish them today yay
