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[ On Christmas Eve, Red will receive a bouquet of red roses and a note. Don’t know if you have Christmas where you’re from, Red, but I hope you have a good one all the same. — Eggsy ]

might be on your own for dinner. don't feel like you've got to wait up.

[Don't ask why.]

red you play guitar don't you?
can I get some advice?

[He almost hates to interrupt while she's working so hard, but, also—]

don't look now. got a little something on your face.

[It's flour, you've got flour on your face. This is definitely Akira's fault.]

Greeting, Miss Red!
How do you do?
Did you have a lovely evening?

[ She knows what a call is now, but not much point to one if her recipient cannot speak in kind, even in person. So... Consider this... practice... ]

[ Hey Siri, text Red. ]

It occurs to me that we really have not exchanged a proper chat since becoming acquainted after all you have done for me I should hope to be able to change that with this

[ She's still working on that punctuation. (What's punctuation...) ]

Is it just your voice that is in disuse or are you incapable of any outward communication

[ hey roomie you've been cooped up writing songs for the past 36 hours, time to get you some sunlight and fresh air... (Boxer and Yusuke are off doing whatever, and Sandra is probably blaspheming in a corner.) anyway he sends a courtesy text first, instead of barging into her work space, though that can be arranged if necessary. ]

Let's go somewhere.

[ they need groceries, or something. ]

[ attached: a selfie of JJ in his Team Canada jersey. The selfie is far enough that the rink can be seen in the background. ]

nothing like skating first thing in the morning!!
👆👆 style!!

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Red, it's Yusuke.

Might I get your opinion on something?

[ He gets that she might be busy doing Music Things, but if not, now is time for other Art Things. ]

Salutations, Red!
Do you have a moment?
I seem to require a trifle bit of advice.

red are you any good with kids

teenagers specifically, just so we're clear

I'm terribly sorry to be a bother but I find myself in need of assistance, if you have the time.

[ hi red, fred has a very important question for you, pls respond. ]

[We don't need to thread this obligatory gross nonsense that comes with this because I'm all over your inbox already but I'm getting ahead of it before I forget.

It's not a formal occasion or anything. But it's hard to miss the buzz about blind dates and holidays circling around—even if they hadn't taken pains to fall into cultural step around here, it does ring a few bells. (Not a match to the letter, as nothing ever is, but it's a familiar enough concept. So.) He'll let Red sleep in, in whatever the Nysan equivalent of 2/14 happens to be, rather than make a scene of it. But when she wakes up, she'll find little something in a small box, sitting on top of a folded black scarf. (While at first glance it seems rather understated, closer inspection finds the reverse side to be a little more dramatic.)

He's also definitely making breakfast—which isn't exactly out of the ordinary, but, y'know. Happy not-Valentine's day, etc.]

eggs
milk
bananas
flour
shampoo
shampoo
PRE-SLICED bread
o.j.
those little paper umbrellas that go in drinks

shampoo

what else are we out of?

[ red/cell phones is the truest of otp's forreal. ]

This is Red, right.
I believe we exchanged numbers after you witnessed me make an ass out of myself at the gala?

[ he figures he should clarify that this number is correct by now. it's only been like. a month since he's had it. she was pretty nice too, he guesses... might as well see what she has been up to. ]

[Waiting outside Red's door is a mysterious average sized music box. The inside of the box is lined with red fabric, and it plays a pretty, tinny tune. The only thing on the inside other than the small dancer is a folded up piece of paper with only a single word written on it: "sorry". (Although in the false bottom, there are a handful of grapes stored. Uh?)

He definitely forgot to sign his name or otherwise notify who it came from so, uh, have fun with that one, Red.]

Greetings, Miss Red.
I know the city has been in quite a state as of late.
Are you well?

[He can't (won't) blame Yusuke for calling him for help. Doesn't at all regret answering. But after all's said and done—given the circumstances—he fishes straight for his phone.

(He wants, very badly, to hear her voice. But he can't ask that of her, he knows. He doesn't quite trust his own enough to risk it. So, instead, quickly tapped out—)]

hi
figure you've heard some of what's going on
if you're there just

[...]

just get back to me when you can

[Then a few seconds delayed, like he's rattled some more sense into himself.]

on my way back now.
hope you beat me to it safe.

[He doesn't have any reason to think otherwise besides the fact that some people aren't. Red hadn't been snatched in the initial spat of kidnappings and isn't (probably isn't) the type to fuck off on dangerous rescue missions without filling him in. (He hopes.) But, y'know. All things considered, right now...please confirm.]

[ Hi Red, guess who's back. ]

I'm terribly sorry for the interruption but I have another question for you, if you have the time.

You know for a self proclaimed dick jockey you have an awfully terrible habit of letting yours get loose

[ Richie left one of his vinyls at 5gg. Autocorrect took the wheel. ]

i'm a gentleman and i think it's important to support and be there for people
but when she started talking about how having sex with her boyfriend made it... burn...
that was a bit too much for me!