Varrick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dealsinshipping) wrote2014-01-04 08:45 pm
dealsinshipping) wrote2014-01-04 08:45 pm
02 | [Written]
[Christmas has come and gone, leaving Varrick a little disappointed. Sure, the late present he got from Santa was… nice... but it wasn’t at all what he was hoping for. Maybe the mistletoe tally was to blame. Maybe if he’d scored a few more points, he would’ve gotten the thing he’d put at the top of his list to Santa.
So as he sat on the wooden seat of his new canoe (which was actually his old canoe; he’d recognize those scratches anywhere) he made a personal note not to rely on Santa anymore. Of course, without Zhu Li around to put that note on paper, he’d forgotten about it within minutes and it took him a two additional days to remember what it was that he’d wanted to do.
Finally, on the 4th of January, he flips open his journal and starts writing in a loopy, cursive manner.]
Wanted: Personal assistant.
Requirements: Must be by my side at all times. Must know how to write and read. Must not question my authority. Must be able to follow commands at a second’s notice. Must have a good sense of fashion. Must be able to make tea. Must be able to move a canoe from a second floor apartment to the river. Massage skills preferable but not mandatory. Good singing voice preferable but not mandatory.
Payment for services will be delivered in the form of
[For the longest moment, Varrick has to think about how to continue that sentence. In fact, he spends so long pondering about it that he starts to absentmindedly scribble on the paper. Then, finally, he jots down:]
I’ll think of something later. Open to suggestions.
Sincerely,
Varrick
So as he sat on the wooden seat of his new canoe (which was actually his old canoe; he’d recognize those scratches anywhere) he made a personal note not to rely on Santa anymore. Of course, without Zhu Li around to put that note on paper, he’d forgotten about it within minutes and it took him a two additional days to remember what it was that he’d wanted to do.
Finally, on the 4th of January, he flips open his journal and starts writing in a loopy, cursive manner.]
Wanted: Personal assistant.
Requirements: Must be by my side at all times. Must know how to write and read. Must not question my authority. Must be able to follow commands at a second’s notice. Must have a good sense of fashion. Must be able to make tea. Must be able to move a canoe from a second floor apartment to the river. Massage skills preferable but not mandatory. Good singing voice preferable but not mandatory.
Payment for services will be delivered in the form of
[For the longest moment, Varrick has to think about how to continue that sentence. In fact, he spends so long pondering about it that he starts to absentmindedly scribble on the paper. Then, finally, he jots down:]
I’ll think of something later. Open to suggestions.
Sincerely,
Varrick
[written]
it sounds more like your looking for a stepford wife with a shitty ad like that
[Not fuckin' impressed with yo' shit, Varrick.
...also don't judge Revy's writing skills too hard. She dropped out of school around junior high.]
[written]
Are you kidding? I don't have time for a wife. I'll have you know I'm a very busy man.
[written]
[Luceti is boooooriiiiing.]
[written]
True. But I'm still not ready to settle down.
[written]
also you cant draw