xxxxxxxxxxis it ⊱me you`re looking for ?
xxxxxxxxx`cause i wonder where you are ⇓
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xxxxxxxxARE x Y ↺ U x S ↺ M E W H E R E x F E E L I N Gx L ↺ N E L Y
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↺ R x I S x S ↺ M E ↺ N E x L ↺ V I N G x Y ↺ U ?
xxxxxxxxxxxtell me how to win your heart ♥
xxxxxxxf o r x i x h a v e n ` t x g o t x a x c l u e x⇓
xxxxxxxxxxxbut let me start by saying
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI x L O V E x Y O U
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Anju had figured that with Porter, he would say yes to her offer. Very rarely did the man turn her down, especially with the promise of free food. So in order to save herself time, the brunette walked into the kitchen and found that her darling brother Elliot had made her fresh blueberry and chocolate chip muffins and a spinach quiche with turkey sausage. 'Well then, that takes care of half the picnic preparations. I better get some fruit out of the fridge as well to make it more balanced. And maybe some juice and coffee.' nodding to herself, the girl rummaged through the fridge to find a small bundle of fresh cherries and a small honeydew melon that needed to be sliced up. A warm grin formed on her rose petal lips as she picked both out of the fridge and after washing the cherries and drying them off, Anju then proceeded to cut the melon first in halves, then thirds, then finally fourths. The abrupt vibrations of her phone in her pocket made Anju flinch while the large kitchen knife was still in her hand, but she quickly placed it right next to the cutting board in order to read Porter's response. Of course he seemed happy to hear from her, even in the morning.
To: Master Porter
From: Juju
Msg:
Well thank you!
Oh, you... quit talking like that, it sounds strange! ^-^
All right, I'll bring plenty of food if it makes you happy~
The beach? Hm... all right, I'll be there as soon as I can!
I suppose I'll have to bring my swimsuit then, correct?
SEND. It hadn't occurred to the shy brunette that she would even need her swimsuit, but the more she thought about it, the more unsettled her stomach became. Not only because Anju never took the time to learn how to swim, but because of her build, she always had a hard time with tank tops and any other shirt or blouse with a similar cut for... obvious reasons. 'It's a bit early for the beach, but...oh well... I'll just... wear it in case I get wet. I'm sure we won't go too far in the water anyway.' Anju carefully packaged the fruits, muffins and quiche inside a quaint picnic basket, along with a pitcher of orange juice, two plates, two forks and two cups. Once that was said and done, she also started up the coffee machine to brew some fresh hazelnut and pecan ground coffee so she could go back to her room and put on her swimsuit underneath her clothes. Anju carefully took off her undergarments in exchange for her simple, dark blue one piece. Although something horrible happened: there was a certain mark on her neck from a certain coworker that had a certain affiliation with the poor brunette. Her doe-eyes widened as she muttered "Jenjang!! Oh, curse my inability to say 'no' to Miss Lilith..." Anju knew for a fact that Porter would notice and interrogate her on how the hickie got there. And that was something she couldn't let happen. In a desperate attempt to avoid such a situation, the poor girl started to put some concealer on the little spot and even wrapped a small white scarf around her neck, even though her chiang-piao top already had it covered. Her swimsuit on the other hand, wouldn't. 'Oh dear... I hope this concealer is waterproof. Or I will never hear the end of it.'
Anju sighed softly, readjusted her long skirt, then dashed back downstairs to get the coffee into another pitcher and placed carefully into the basket as well. Once she was ready, Anju grabbed the basket and a large blanket then ran out the door. It took her about ten to twelve minutes to walk across the bridge and over to the beach where Porter was at a hastened pace, but no matter how quick she was, the man was already there, sitting in the sand and smoking a cigarette. The brunette rolled her eyes at her dear friend's awful habit, determined to get him to quit one of these days. Nonetheless, she cleared her throat once she was behind him and held the large basket up in front of her petite frame. "I'm here! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Porter. I brought breakfast~!" her sweet voice gingerly chimed, before playfully draping the blanket over his shoulder as an indication that he should be the one to lay it out flat on the sand.
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✿Location: Home --& the beach
✿Company: No one --& Porter
✿Mood: Still groggy, nervous, a bit sneaky
✿Journal: Please avert your eyes from this.
✿OoC: Translation: "Damn it!!"