Is there any way you could send a letter to @byte-sized41 from their queer platonic partner Marie from Splatoon? I want to surprise them.
**It's a colorful world out there, and even more colorful and wonderful when we get to hear from those we cherish! Your letter arrives as the posthound approaches, some new spots of various colors stained in their fur but the envelope pristine. Dropping it at your feet, the posthound gives a little shake and with a "WOOF!" announces your delivery!** @byte-sized41**
Hey there,
So… I was spacing out earlier. Just sitting around, humming a tune that may or may not ever become a hit single. And out of nowhere—poof—you wandered right into my thoughts again. Not that I mind. My brain could definitely use more good surprises.
You know, for someone who claims they’re “nothing special,” you’ve got a pretty impressive talent for making my day brighter without even trying. I’ll be going about my business—writing lyrics, chatting with Callie, dodging Agent 3’s questionable training methods—and suddenly I remember something you said, or the way you laughed, or that expression you get right before you tease me back.
And then, great, I’m smiling like an idiot. Which is your fault. You should take responsibility for that.
There’s a kind of comfort you bring with you, too. The sort that settles in quietly, without demanding anything. Most people want something from me—attention, a favor, maybe an autograph—but you… you show up just because you want to. Just to be close. Just to share the moment.
I might pretend I don’t notice, but I do. And it means more to me than I ever say out loud.
Honestly, I love the way we fit into each other’s days. Whether we’re talking, relaxing, or getting into trouble we definitely didn’t plan (I swore we weren’t breaking any rules, but apparently Inkopolis disagreed), it always feels… right. Easy. Natural. Like you’re a part of my rhythm now.
And if I’m being—ugh, sentimental—there’s something else, too: When I’m tired, you’re the thought that steadies me. When I’m down, you’re the spark that nudges me back up. And when everything is loud, you’re the quiet I love to snuggle up to.
I don’t offer that feeling to just anyone.
So, if you ever need someone to back you up, cheer you on, or just sit next to you in comfortable silence, I’m here. I’ve got your back. And your heart—well, that’s safe with me, too, if you’ll let me keep it for a while.
Just… don’t tell Callie I said any of this. I’ll never hear the end of it.
Yours, in a totally normal, not-at-all mushy way, Marie
