For the rest of the day, I spend at least a good portion of it just rehearsing and rephrasing the perfect words to say to Ash. For some reason, I had it in me that everything - every word, syllable, the way it was enunciated - they all had to be just right.
Because if they weren't, who's to say that she won't misunderstand me, right? And the last thing we want is some last-minute bullshit melodrama misunderstanding to tear a rift between us two.
Already felt that rift once that one time… and how awkward it was to patch it up again. Definitely not a fan.
So if that one particular someone looking in from out my window has some questions as to why there's this one funny-looking guy in a jester's outfit is pacing back and forth in his room muttering incessantly to absolutely nothing… well, here's your answer, you creepy stalker, I'm multitasking.
