Video...in which there is an abundance of scones

[inthejunk]

[Dawn is barely even trying to tickle the sky awake, but that doesn't seem to be squashing the enthusiasm of that annoying kid who either delivers or abuses pastries for a living -it's difficult to tell at times. There he is, with the usual shit eating customer service grin, hair rustling in the chilly breeze and full of fat, half-melted snowflakes. They don't seem to be bothering him at all.]

Attention, everyone. I'm Hanamura Yosuke. Hello to anyone who is new. There's good news this morning! Due to the weather, the scones from yesterday couldn't be sold at the Funtom bakery. I've had to come up with ways to use them, so I thought I would share.

[It's probably not a good idea to leave a somewhat resentful teenager to his own devices in a place of business. Or so one would believe, given what follows.]

If you grind them up like cat litter, they unstick snow-stuck cars. They can also be used as paper weights, and nut crackers. Some of the children on the playground have used them for stick ball! Really, the uses are endless. So please take them away before someone tries to eat one and breaks a tooth again.

[That slightly sarcastic and generally mean spirited bit of "advertisement" aside, the kid suddenly grows serious.]

Ah...there is one more use for them that I came up with. Since I didn't have anyone to ask for a blessing, I think the direct route will have to do.

[And there, behind him in the snow as he turns and pans the camera out, is one last (and equally unfirtunate) demonstration. There's something written out, huge and painstakingly, all in blueberry scone. There's even a heart made of sprinkled dried cranberry around it, which has bloomed up like rose petals with the moisture of the snow:]

MARRY ME NILL

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[inthejunk]

I already knew. Okay? It's fine. I don't care.

[He's peeking out from behind his fingers now, trying to get a look at her.]

[reassures]

[She sort of offers an awkward, half smile. Trying to be reassuring about this whole thing.]

Are you sure you don't care?

[inthejunk]

[The smile is encouraging. There are the usual butterflies. There's that wonderful, painful backflip his heart likes to do for her.]

I like puppies...and you. You know? If I have you, there's nothing else I need.

[reassures]

I like puppies too. [ ... ] And you.

Can you just-- give me some time to think about this?

[inthejunk]

Oh...you're not sure?

[Yep, that's genuine surprise. And confusion. He's the only one who's surprised and confused by this response, but he sure is.]

I uh...

[Blink.]

Yeah. I mean. Whatever you...whatever. I-it's no big deal.

[reassures]

It isn't about not being sure.

I love you. I just need to think about this.

[inthejunk]

[Ow, there goes his heart again. She said it!

Even if it's still a bit like a sucker punch he just inflicted on himself, that's the ice to soothe the bruise.]

...Do you remember what I told you before? A-about how I'll always wait for you? Uh. It's true, okay? I'll just-be here. I'll always be waiting right here. So when you decide. Uh. You know. You don't even need to ask.

[reassures]

I know, and I'll remember. Don't worry. I'm not going to forget that.

[inthejunk]

[He blinks again, and is mortified when something hit and wet slides down his cheeks. Shit. He's so not doing this on camera. The video feed shuts off abruptly.]

Okay.

[reassures]

Are you okay?

*hot ugh stupid tiny phone keys

[inthejunk]

Sure, yeah. I'm good. I just need to clean up this mess is all. If I leave it here some birds might get sick on it.

[reassures]

You don't need to clean it up. It isn't a mess.

It was very sweet.

[inthejunk]

I thought it was, you know. Just in case you can't tell. If I can't tell the difference between sweet and inconsiderate, now I'm positive that romantic gestures and public graffiti aren't the same.

[reassures]

What you did was very sweet. I think they're objecting to the way you presented it.

[You know. On the network.]

[inthejunk]

Who's they? I don't care about anyone else.

[reassures]

Don't act like my friends are nothing.

[inthejunk]

That's not what I meant.

[reassures]

I know it isn't, but that's not the point. You can't act like that about my friends and expect me to not get upset.

[inthejunk]

[Sigh.]

It's not like I knew they were your friends. You know all of my friends, but I don't know any of yours. Only Walker-kun before he left, and that's just because he worked for me.

[reassures]

You forgot about Dave. [She seriously has no fucking clue how Yosuke managed that, when Dave saved her life, but somehow he did.

Even so, there's a slight pause.]

You don't know most of my friends because they all disappear after a while.

[inthejunk]

That's everyone here.

[reassures]

Yes. And most of my friends have disappeared.

Dave and Karkat are two of the only friends I have that haven't. Everyone else is gone. I'm not trying to keep my friends from you, it's just-- hard to know when people disappear sometimes.

[inthejunk]

I wouldn't be a jerk, you know.

[Okay, not intentionally anyway...]

[reassures]

I know.

[But...]

How did you forget someone that saved my life?

[inthejunk]

Uh...about that...it's still kind of fuzzy. What happened?