[Hello Junpei. How is your day? I hope it's a good one because it is about to just get better. No matter where he is, be it outside or indoors, he'll feel a sudden bump against the back of his legs. Why! It's no one but Whitey the Albino boar! And it looks like he has a letter for you:]
Greetings Junpei of The Chosen.
It has come to my attention that my manner of communicating has confused my fellow Chosen of Aldrip. There has been several voices pointing out that my way of writing and addressing another is "too long", or "too formal." I have merely followed the art of writing letters that was taught to me by my teachers, who were picked personally by my parents, the previous noble Duke of York and his wife by grace, lady Cecily. For us it has been important to follow a certain structure and method while contacting one another by a letter to show the respect and reflect the status of the receiver.
However, it seems to me this is no longer the case and people have crafted a new way of writing and communicating. I could not help but remember our prior conversation about literacy. I was hoping that perhaps you, as the man of wisdom and knowledge, could perhaps aid me as I navigate through this foreign writing style called texting. If you would, I'd be in your gratitude and seek to repay the favor as you see fit.
[Junpei's first response to getting bumped into by a literal boar is to yelp and nearly trip over himself. Whoa!! He's almost ready to bolt before he sees the letter, which he... takes...??
It's already a weird enough time. Why not. And oh, he knows who this letter is from even before he reads it, only Richard sends letters. Honestly Junpei is half-expecting some kind of screed about how he's illiterate and he needs to write letters to improve himself, or something.
The reality is somehow even more bizarre. He reads the letter and then looks at Whitey, like, uh-]
Are you supposed to take something back? Hold on.
[He's got a pen in his pocket somewhere, so let him flip Richard's letter over to write his response on the back:]
Sure thing Just pick a time & place
Junpei
[Ha... He holds the letter out to Whitey... here you go, bud........]
[It's ok. Whitey is unfortunately kind of used to people having such reactions to him. But he figures it could be worse. At least Junpei isn't trying to chase him or turn him into pork-chops. Once he has been released from his letter Whitey begins to sniff the ground with his snout, poking around the pavement and looking a little frustrated that there are no hidden treats there. Truly, cities suck.
When Junpei is finished with his reply Whitey turns his head to look up to him with his brown lil' eyes. Huffing he takes a few steps forward to brush himself against Junpei's legs. C'mon, dude. At least pet him!]
[Help, he doesn't know how to interact with messenger boars--]
H-hey, what? You want a tip? What do you even eat...
[Should he start carrying around a pocket carrot?? He'll have to ask Richard. He stoops down to give Whitey a pat on the head, a little awkward - pat pat.]
[It's a pig, Junpei. They literally eat everything.
But oh boy! If you're going to carry a carrot with you Whitey might as well go ahead and make you his new favorite human over Richard. But in meanwhile? Yeah, guess the pets arre adequate. At least he is not screaming at him. Whitey huffs, sniffing his leg pant a little before leaning on him in satisfaction. Worry not. He's not placing his full-weight on you.
[This pig interaction is lasting a lot longer than he thought it would, what does he do now—]
Uh... Soooo...
[Talking to the pig. Still. He sighs and simply drops down into a squat, so he can stare at Whitey for a moment in Deep Consideration and then pet him... with both hands!! Do pigs like scritches, like dogs? He'll try.]
You've gotta go back eventually, right? I don't need Richard to accuse me of stealing his pet pig...
[Look. Whitey refuses to be reduced to a mere messenger. If he is going to run Richard's errands he's gonna do it with his own agendas in mind! Which being making friends here.
And idk what other boars like but Whitey has been taught the joys of receiving pets and scritches. So, yes please. Continue, Junpei. Whitey even briefly closes his eyes as he enjoys from the attention.
--But oh right. The message.]
Meep! [Whitey grunts and shakes himself a bit. He then goes ahead, picks up the letter and trots away. Glad to do business with you and all that!
Now... If Junpei thinks that Whitey will be back shortly with an answer, he is very wrong. In fact, it almost takes an half a day from him to pay him another visit yet another letter in his mouth.]
Dear Junpei of the Chosen, I would prefer to meet you in private, so that we can have the peace and quiet to discuss the matters at the hand. Now, as it was my request I only see it to be proper that it will be my responsibility to host you, rather than expect you to prepare a feast for a Duke. I am free after the vibrant red of the evening has chased the blue sky of the day away. If you are available, please, allow my companion here to lead you to my humble adobe.
[Yet again Junpei is startled by pigs while going about his business, but he's used to it now, so he'll give Whitey some one-handed scritches while he reads the newest correspondence.
And boy is Richard lucky he wrote this down instead of saying it to him in person, because the noise Junpei makes when he reads "expect you to prepare a feast" is up there for the world record of loudest and most dismissive HAs. Honestly. This fucking guy.
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Greetings Junpei of The Chosen.
It has come to my attention that my manner of communicating has confused my fellow Chosen of Aldrip. There has been several voices pointing out that my way of writing and addressing another is "too long", or "too formal." I have merely followed the art of writing letters that was taught to me by my teachers, who were picked personally by my parents, the previous noble Duke of York and his wife by grace, lady Cecily. For us it has been important to follow a certain structure and method while contacting one another by a letter to show the respect and reflect the status of the receiver.
However, it seems to me this is no longer the case and people have crafted a new way of writing and communicating. I could not help but remember our prior conversation about literacy. I was hoping that perhaps you, as the man of wisdom and knowledge, could perhaps aid me as I navigate through this foreign writing style called texting. If you would, I'd be in your gratitude and seek to repay the favor as you see fit.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester.
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It's already a weird enough time. Why not. And oh, he knows who this letter is from even before he reads it, only Richard sends letters. Honestly Junpei is half-expecting some kind of screed about how he's illiterate and he needs to write letters to improve himself, or something.
The reality is somehow even more bizarre. He reads the letter and then looks at Whitey, like, uh-]
Are you supposed to take something back? Hold on.
[He's got a pen in his pocket somewhere, so let him flip Richard's letter over to write his response on the back:]
Sure thing
Just pick a time & place
Junpei
[Ha... He holds the letter out to Whitey... here you go, bud........]
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When Junpei is finished with his reply Whitey turns his head to look up to him with his brown lil' eyes. Huffing he takes a few steps forward to brush himself against Junpei's legs. C'mon, dude. At least pet him!]
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H-hey, what? You want a tip? What do you even eat...
[Should he start carrying around a pocket carrot?? He'll have to ask Richard. He stoops down to give Whitey a pat on the head, a little awkward - pat pat.]
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But oh boy! If you're going to carry a carrot with you Whitey might as well go ahead and make you his new favorite human over Richard. But in meanwhile? Yeah, guess the pets arre adequate. At least he is not screaming at him. Whitey huffs, sniffing his leg pant a little before leaning on him in satisfaction. Worry not. He's not placing his full-weight on you.
Yet.]
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Uh... Soooo...
[Talking to the pig. Still. He sighs and simply drops down into a squat, so he can stare at Whitey for a moment in Deep Consideration and then pet him... with both hands!! Do pigs like scritches, like dogs? He'll try.]
You've gotta go back eventually, right? I don't need Richard to accuse me of stealing his pet pig...
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And idk what other boars like but Whitey has been taught the joys of receiving pets and scritches. So, yes please. Continue, Junpei. Whitey even briefly closes his eyes as he enjoys from the attention.
--But oh right. The message.]
Meep! [Whitey grunts and shakes himself a bit. He then goes ahead, picks up the letter and trots away. Glad to do business with you and all that!
Now... If Junpei thinks that Whitey will be back shortly with an answer, he is very wrong. In fact, it almost takes an half a day from him to pay him another visit yet another letter in his mouth.]
Dear Junpei of the Chosen,
I would prefer to meet you in private, so that we can have the peace and quiet to discuss the matters at the hand. Now, as it was my request I only see it to be proper that it will be my responsibility to host you, rather than expect you to prepare a feast for a Duke. I am free after the vibrant red of the evening has chased the blue sky of the day away. If you are available, please, allow my companion here to lead you to my humble adobe.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester.
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And boy is Richard lucky he wrote this down instead of saying it to him in person, because the noise Junpei makes when he reads "expect you to prepare a feast" is up there for the world record of loudest and most dismissive HAs. Honestly. This fucking guy.
But okay, hey piggy.]
You ready to go home? I'm free.