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( Moved from [here] , where the original features a gorgeous illustration of Alarune. uwu )
Queenie’s faux-boldness miraculously managed to work on the floral alien, as she’d been too flattered to find her words for a moment.
“… What nerve, leaving their posts like that.” Alarune pouted, lightly shaking her head before glancing at the envelope. “Well, I’ll be sure to read it as soon as possible, given you went out of your way to come to my side to deliver this.” She nods, before briefly studying Queenie’s face.
“You wouldn’t… happen, to have any free time on your hands, would you Queenie? There’s a handful of nice spots on this island I’m sure you’d never seen before. While I’d like to show you them, I’d understand if you’re too busy with paperwork today.” Alarune idly fits her gloves. “That and… always that risk of running into someone, I’d understand.” The alien suppresses a sheepish chuckle.
“Yes, terribly negligent,” Queenie mutters, her eyes darting around shiftily. “Anyway, the letter, of course.” She hands over the envelope with a secured sense of courage, but seconds later she’s thrown back into a fluster by Alarune’s offer.
“Well, I mean, my letter is—more or less is … that is to say—it’s mostly focused around …” Taking a deep breath, Queenie manages to ground herself again. She makes a hand motion urging Alarune to read the letter before continuing, “It was my intention to spend today with you from the very first, as you will read. … But it wouldn’t have surprised me if you already had a myriad of admirers waiting at your doorstep.”
The letter itself is as the heiress had described. It’s a simple request for Alarune to spend the day with her, should she have the time, written carefully enough to avoid the words ‘Valentine’s Day’ but not ‘it would mean a lot’.
Queenie folds her arms, looking away, but can’t seem to help the occasional glance back to check how her crush is taking it. “I didn’t have anywhere in mind, so if you’d like to show me someplace, that’s fine.”
