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right window, wrong boy
Title: right window, wrong boy
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yosafire, Froze, Macarona, Rawberry, Dialo, Chelan
Pairing(s): Yosafire/Froze, Macarona/Rawberry, Dialo/Chelan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 600
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Turning down some suitors.
Notes: God I'm behind today.
Tact has never occurred to Yosafire as a virtue that she might one day pursue. She pushes the chocolates away and says, “I’m only interested in Froze, duh.”
Boys don’t appeal to her, and so she doesn’t particularly care if she breaks their hearts to pieces with her brutal honesty. She may not even see them again, so why bother dancing around the rejection?
It is a shame to have to turn down all the flowers, though. They’re such pretty flowers, and she’s always liked the red ones, too. If she has even the tiniest of regrets, it’s only that.
Froze is a little more polite, but no less straightforward. She shakes her head and says, “Sorry, I’m not interested.”
She doesn’t mention a specific girl she’s interested in instead: it’s not their business, first of all, and second of all talking about Yosafire honestly to strangers or near-strangers is still a bit difficult for her. But she does make it clear that her answer is final, without any chance of swaying her mind.
Some boys do try, desperate. She loses her patience with them quickly and leaves them behind, still holding their chocolates and roses and staring after her.
Macarona feels the worst about it. “Oh, no, I... I really can’t accept these! I’m sorry...!”
She dances around an outright rejection, coming up with excuse after excuse: she’s too busy to go on dates, she wouldn’t be very fun to spend time with, Rawberry might eat them. Only when she’s exhausted every possible way to discourage her suitor does she admit: she’s just not interested.
She’s in a bad mood for the entire day afterward, wondering what she could have said to let the boy down more gently. She doesn’t think of being a little more forceful next time.
Rawberry takes their chocolates from them even before they’re finished confessing. She’s already popped one or two into her mouth before she says, simply, “No way.”
Chocolate is chocolate. There’s no point in turning it down just because a boy gave it to her and she wouldn’t date him in a million years. If they don’t get the hint after her rejection, or start complaining about how she accepted their gift, she’ll just walk away, still munching on the sweets.
She doesn’t get as many boys confessing to her as the others. Maybe they don’t like to waste chocolate, either.
Dialo is as blunt as is possible. “No.”
She doesn’t mean it cruelly, but she doesn’t see a reason to lead anyone on, either. The more she raises their hopes, the more it will hurt when she dashes them. So she shakes her head at their gifts and repeats her rejection, growing more emphatic. No. Not a chance. She’s not interested, they can stop asking any time and move on now.
When they don’t take the hint after that, sometimes she smacks them with her tail, just hard enough to sting. Some boys will only take violence as an answer.
Chelan gets a little flustered every time. Boys confessing to her usually find her alone, and so she’s without Dialo to lean on and translate for her as she shakes her head.
That should be good enough for anyone, but plenty of them ask why not: that’s her cue to fish out a card she has in her pocket for this very situation.
It’s a simple card. It says ‘Dialo’ on it, and her name is surrounded by pink hearts.
They usually get it after that. The ones who don’t are completely hopeless, and she doesn’t feel bad for them.
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yosafire, Froze, Macarona, Rawberry, Dialo, Chelan
Pairing(s): Yosafire/Froze, Macarona/Rawberry, Dialo/Chelan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 600
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Turning down some suitors.
Notes: God I'm behind today.
Tact has never occurred to Yosafire as a virtue that she might one day pursue. She pushes the chocolates away and says, “I’m only interested in Froze, duh.”
Boys don’t appeal to her, and so she doesn’t particularly care if she breaks their hearts to pieces with her brutal honesty. She may not even see them again, so why bother dancing around the rejection?
It is a shame to have to turn down all the flowers, though. They’re such pretty flowers, and she’s always liked the red ones, too. If she has even the tiniest of regrets, it’s only that.
Froze is a little more polite, but no less straightforward. She shakes her head and says, “Sorry, I’m not interested.”
She doesn’t mention a specific girl she’s interested in instead: it’s not their business, first of all, and second of all talking about Yosafire honestly to strangers or near-strangers is still a bit difficult for her. But she does make it clear that her answer is final, without any chance of swaying her mind.
Some boys do try, desperate. She loses her patience with them quickly and leaves them behind, still holding their chocolates and roses and staring after her.
Macarona feels the worst about it. “Oh, no, I... I really can’t accept these! I’m sorry...!”
She dances around an outright rejection, coming up with excuse after excuse: she’s too busy to go on dates, she wouldn’t be very fun to spend time with, Rawberry might eat them. Only when she’s exhausted every possible way to discourage her suitor does she admit: she’s just not interested.
She’s in a bad mood for the entire day afterward, wondering what she could have said to let the boy down more gently. She doesn’t think of being a little more forceful next time.
Rawberry takes their chocolates from them even before they’re finished confessing. She’s already popped one or two into her mouth before she says, simply, “No way.”
Chocolate is chocolate. There’s no point in turning it down just because a boy gave it to her and she wouldn’t date him in a million years. If they don’t get the hint after her rejection, or start complaining about how she accepted their gift, she’ll just walk away, still munching on the sweets.
She doesn’t get as many boys confessing to her as the others. Maybe they don’t like to waste chocolate, either.
Dialo is as blunt as is possible. “No.”
She doesn’t mean it cruelly, but she doesn’t see a reason to lead anyone on, either. The more she raises their hopes, the more it will hurt when she dashes them. So she shakes her head at their gifts and repeats her rejection, growing more emphatic. No. Not a chance. She’s not interested, they can stop asking any time and move on now.
When they don’t take the hint after that, sometimes she smacks them with her tail, just hard enough to sting. Some boys will only take violence as an answer.
Chelan gets a little flustered every time. Boys confessing to her usually find her alone, and so she’s without Dialo to lean on and translate for her as she shakes her head.
That should be good enough for anyone, but plenty of them ask why not: that’s her cue to fish out a card she has in her pocket for this very situation.
It’s a simple card. It says ‘Dialo’ on it, and her name is surrounded by pink hearts.
They usually get it after that. The ones who don’t are completely hopeless, and she doesn’t feel bad for them.