[I'm just here to say that Charles is letting Gregor lean on him and he and Anise are being very unhelpful in this situation. Well, unhelpful from Arthur's perspective, probably.]
What? But I wanted to see the juicy go—I mean, be there as moral support for Arthur!
[Charles nudges her as well.]
C'mon, little miss. You know he'll get stage fright if he knows you're there.
[He and Anise (one of them more reluctantly than the other) will follow Gregor to the cafeteria. Anise has a homemade lunch from her parents, but Charles will join Gregor in line to buy something from the menu.
Meanwhile, Arthur scandalously meets the sender of this letter... A girl is waiting there, whom he'll recognize as someone in his grade. They haven't spoken much.
When she sees Arthur, she smiles.]
Hey, Arthur, you came! Sooo... I like you. Wanna go out?
[hell yeah let's go get lunch while arthur deals with this and we wait for `gossip`. the immersion... a whole menu... it's a soup kind of day, he thinks. definitely soup.
he's probably just listening to charles and anise talk more than anything for now, though, staying mostly quiet himself.]
[pausing as he walks and sees this definitely high school aged girl, blushing a little bit (i hate it here)]
You do? [!!] Wow. Thanks. I'm - kind of surprised, honestly. I mean, not that it's a bad thing! What do you, um... I mean, I guess I didn't realize we knew each other that well.
We don't, but I've been watching you. In, like, a non-stalkery way. But I've seen you around, and well, I think you're hot—but also, you seem like a fun guy to be with?
Harley does not think that. She just seems delighted at his answer.]
Yeah, sounds great! I'll come meet you at your classroom if I wanna grab you—or you can come to mine. I won't keep you from your friends today, though.
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C'mon, open it-
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I - no way. I mean, it can't be, right?
[looking at this letter like the very embarrassed high school student he most definitely is]
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Open it, open it...
[Will Arthur open it? Other students are starting to glance their way because what are you all doing.]
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[trying to duck around a corner or something away from the other students who are starting to look their way before he opens it.]
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Yeah, it's a love letter. The letter says, I have something I want to tell you. Can you meet in the school courtyard during lunchtime?
Charles, unhelpfully, lets out a low whistle.]
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[he's short he's probably leaning on charles rn]
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[that was to charles, but he's also kind of flipping the letter around to make sure that it's unsigned before responding to gregor]
I, I mean - maybe? Maybe they want to talk to me about something completely different.
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[come on, man.]
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[but yes okay he will plan on meeting this mystery person... scandalous...]
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[nudging charles and anise-]
We'll, uh... we'll give you a little privacy, so. You just go right ahead.
[yeah.]
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C'mon, little miss. You know he'll get stage fright if he knows you're there.
[He and Anise (one of them more reluctantly than the other) will follow Gregor to the cafeteria. Anise has a homemade lunch from her parents, but Charles will join Gregor in line to buy something from the menu.
Meanwhile, Arthur scandalously meets the sender of this letter... A girl is waiting there, whom he'll recognize as someone in his grade. They haven't spoken much.
When she sees Arthur, she smiles.]
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he's probably just listening to charles and anise talk more than anything for now, though, staying mostly quiet himself.]
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Anyway, he and Anise do talk for a bit, chatterboxes as they are, but after a while, Charles looks at Gregor.]
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[definitely just lost in thought about. university applications. a thing gregor famously cares about here.]
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[come on. he's doing so good at this right now. (he's not.)]
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[Arthur, conveniently or inconveniently, joins them at this moment.]
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You do? [!!] Wow. Thanks. I'm - kind of surprised, honestly. I mean, not that it's a bad thing! What do you, um... I mean, I guess I didn't realize we knew each other that well.
[even in this au he sucks]
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Whoa. Um - thanks! Yeah, um... Maybe we can get lunch sometime or something?
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Harley does not think that. She just seems delighted at his answer.]
[Wow... Arthur got a date.]
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Okay. Cool. I mean, great! Um, see you then.
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