So. Lin doesn't have an office.
In light on recent, mind-boggling revelations, I present a new headcannon:
Big Sister Lin~
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"Look Keiko, I don't care if Takahashi said he started taking writing classes! Just because he can rhyme a couple verses like any other kindergartner doesn't mean he's a changed man! Nor does it make him a real poet!"
Glaring a hole into the ceiling, I heave out a large breath and take the telephone handle away from my ear. I count until seven, following the tempo of the steady tap tap tapping of the keyboard from the other side of the room. Keiko's gushing and valiant defense continue to stream out of the receiver, still loud enough for me to hear even with the phone an arm's length away. This girl never learns, really. Takahashi has cheated on her several times this year but each time she takes him back anyway after a couple half-assed apologies on his part.
With another sigh, I place the phone next to my ear again.
"-- oh Mai, if only you heard the piece he dedicated for me at poetry night last week, aaaahhhhhhh it still gets me every time!" Her squeals continue, and I take the phone away from my ear again. I'm so very very tempted to slam the receiver and hang up on her midsentence.
Calmly, I take my other hand and cover the telephone's mic, take two deep breaths and -- s c r e a m.
Everything falls to a hush. The keyboard typing stops, Keiko's constant buzzing continues droning in the background. From the other side of the common area, a man clears out his throat.
"You might want to consider just supporting your friend for now if you think she's happy, but don't trust her judgement completely. Ambush the guy and interview him personally. Bring as many friends as you can because a teenage boy cowers in the face of a legion of young women."
I blink. Twice.
"Uh. That's -- that's pretty good advice. Thanks, Lin."
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