#gTRtuygiudhwOIgRARRRA6RAAA THE SILLIES

[bloody-trio]

A light knock is heard at Allan’s door! Left behind is a small tin and a note. Inside the tin sit 4 freshly made apple tarts, each decorated to look as though the apples made up small edible roses.

As for the note, it simply read the following:

“My dearest Sonnet,

I hope you are doing well! A lot has happened sense the last time we’ve chatted hasn’t it? I wish the Baron wouldn’t schedule so many matches so I could visit more (hence me dropping this basket off in such a rush). Anyhow, I’ve heard word of a Wedding themed Ball coming up and was wondering if you’d like to accompany me there! I feel as though it could be a lovely date between the two of us.

Kindest Regards,

LeRoy.”

((@manor-tea-time Giving the goofy guys a break from the angst as a treat dbdbdbbd ALSO RARARA WEDDING BALL EVENT

(AOAIWDJPAWEAWIOEF AL DEVOURS THIS EATS IT UP)

The poet stirred awake at the knock on his door, who could be up so early in the morning? He thinks as he looks up at his clock through half-lided eyes, standing up and making his way to the door still in his pijamas and bed hairm hoping it was just Gabriel so noone had the displeasure to see him like this. That idea dissipated as he looked at the tin and picked it up alongside the note, a dumb smile making itself present on his face as a light blush rushed to his face as he saw who signed it off. Looking around for any signs of his beloved and feeling just a tad bit dissapointed when he wasn't around.

He took the mysterious tin and note inside and laid on his bed to read it, unconciously kicking his feet the more he read through it, blushing as he re-read it again, opening the tin to reveal the apple tarts, practically getting heart eyes before popping one into his mouth and swooning. He quickly put himself together, presentable enough to go outside and quickly got to writing before putting it in and envelope along side with one of the many flowers he had around his room, kind of embarrased about it not being a fresh one but deciding it was better than nothing as he embarked himself to his beloved's room, not taking him long before getting there, quickly taping the envelope into his door along with a white rose, giving it a quick kiss before leaving, the note read:

"Leroy my beloved,

Hello, love, it has been a while! I also hope you've been doing well, i've been lucky that i've got a strike of weeks without matches and I hope that luck extends to you soon.

As for the invite for the ball, i'm very grateful you considered me to acompany you to such an event and i'd be glad to be your partner to be there! Oh, i'm sure it'll be a wonderful night! I'm sure you'll look wonderful, as always my dear.

p.s! Thanks for the apple tarts! They're delicious, how did you know they were my favourite?

Lot's of love, Allan Crowell."