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thishouseishaunted"Hi, you've reached Mae, I guess. I don't know, cellphones don't work back home. I've never actually had my own voicemail before.
You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."
*BEEP*
You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."
*BEEP*
Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 08:49 pm (UTC)It meant she had loads and loads of time. So much time. And, sure, okay, a lot of that was spent sleeping, fussing, and intermittently texting Prompto and Iris back along with teasing Noct about the next chapter of the adventures of Croissantlias the fisherman... she also spent some time writing various things of varying quality, some of which was never going to see the light of day, but even with all of that, Nina was bored.
So bored.
Which was how Mae had wound up with three pairs of gloves instead of one. Nina was so bored. She'd had the fabric already, since she hadn't been able to decide when she'd picked the colours out, and since she was trapped, well…
At least someone would benefit from her situation!
Prompto would probably be super unimpressed with the fact that she'd even dragged herself out of her room to do a load of laundry, including the gloves, so that they'd be clean and germ-free for Mae. (And also because it was really nice to have clean laundry after four days of being sick.)
The gloves Nina had made for Mae were made of simple lines and sturdy stitches. Nothing fancy—both because Nina wasn't able to do anything fancy and because she hadn't thought that Mae would appreciate it—but solid, simple work, made to the specifications of Mae's measurements.
Then she'd packed them up—the dark grey pair the thickest, warmest and the most durable (look, she knew Mae), meant for cold weather; the black and the red pairs slightly thinner, meant for days where it wasn't quite so cold—and waited until Foomy came back from wherever he'd ventured off to so that he could deliver the gloves since laundry, already, had been almost too much effort for her.
In fact, Nina was asleep by the time Foomy lugged the small wicker basket with the gloves to Mae's room and rolled into her door a few times to get her attention.
Since she sick, Nina's note, folded on top of the gloves was a lot less much than it usually would have been.
Hi Mae!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As promised, here's your gloves!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She didn't bother to sign it, mostly because she just forgot.
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 08:57 pm (UTC)"Jelly monster!" Mae greeted, as she saw Foomy. "Oh my god, GLOVES!" She picked them up, putting on one each of the black and red ones, and then wishing she had more hands for the gray.
No way in hell was she ever wearing these to "civilized" class.
"Do you talk?" she asked Foomy. "If you talk, tell Nina I said thanks! And . . . I guess feel better? I heard her on the radio. She sounded gross."
Then she sort of awkwardly tried to pat Foomy on the head. Because who didn't want to try patting a jelly monster?
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 09:10 pm (UTC)fanficwriting was! Sure, her reports were pristine pinnacles of proper grammar and punctuation but her recreational writing was…Something else.
Foomy burbled something that could be an agreement about letting his human know. Or just a cheerful sort of resignation to the fact that he was getting patted.
He didn't really mind, was the thing, especially since he was being talked to reasonably but still. Patting.
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 09:14 pm (UTC)"Okay." Mae straightened up, admiring her new handwear again. "Thanks again, little jelly dude. See you around."
Re: Delivered Thursday Late Afternoon
Date: 2020-01-30 09:19 pm (UTC)