because that's what he'll be getting— a box full of them. shell-shaped pastries in different colors and flavors, scattered in a paper box with a note taped to the underside of the lid.
it reads: ]
you know how we keep leaving things at each other's doorsteps? you think we should stop being so predictable?
anyway, [ something redacted, here. rewritten. ] thanks for not getting fed up.
[ and, sure enough, under the pile of madeleines is a little glass tube the size of a roll-on perfume. slender, dainty, and labeled: "Fuck Off Spray".
it's a novelty spritzer that he found while poking his head around various giftshops; it made him laugh, so he hopes, foolishly, that it might make Avicebron do the same. ]
[ Avicebron finds the box waiting for him when he returns after a productive day at the Lunar Scientia. A surprise, of course. He'll even concede that it's a pleasant surprise.
Later that evening, Bardo gets a tap at his window from a delivery-golem. It drops a note in Bardo's palm. ]
Thank you. A small amount of sugar is certainly helpful after one has been thinking intensely. I'll make good use of your gift.
But my appetite is small. I'm unsure if I can eat them all before they begin to spoil. I dislike wasting food, so you're free to assist me sometime.
[ What a roundabout way of saying Bardo is permitted to visit sometime. A change of pace from their letter exchanges.
(The little bottle of spray sits at the corner of his desk. He's trying to be the sort of person who would never even consider using such a thing, even in jest. So, in a way, even this ridiculous little gag gift ends up serving some small purpose. Bardo should be proud.) ]
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because that's what he'll be getting— a box full of them. shell-shaped pastries in different colors and flavors, scattered in a paper box with a note taped to the underside of the lid.
it reads: ]
you know how we keep leaving things at each other's doorsteps? you think we should stop being so predictable?
anyway, [ something redacted, here. rewritten. ] thanks for not getting fed up.
but, just in case, dig down to the bottom.
-Bardo
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it's a novelty spritzer that he found while poking his head around various giftshops; it made him laugh, so he hopes, foolishly, that it might make Avicebron do the same. ]
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Later that evening, Bardo gets a tap at his window from a delivery-golem. It drops a note in Bardo's palm. ]
Thank you. A small amount of sugar is certainly helpful after one has been thinking intensely. I'll make good use of your gift.
But my appetite is small. I'm unsure if I can eat them all before they begin to spoil. I dislike wasting food, so you're free to assist me sometime.
[ What a roundabout way of saying Bardo is permitted to visit sometime. A change of pace from their letter exchanges.
(The little bottle of spray sits at the corner of his desk. He's trying to be the sort of person who would never even consider using such a thing, even in jest. So, in a way, even this ridiculous little gag gift ends up serving some small purpose. Bardo should be proud.) ]