Just a funny love speech Jon makes
One day while Alanna/Squire Alan, the night after the ball she had to meet Delia, was sitting in her window seat glaring out the window when a love struck Jonathan entered the room. "Say Alan isn't Delia the most beautiful flower you've ever met," said Jon attempting to look moony and only achieving to look constipated.
"If you like weeds she is" said a scowling Alanna. Jon didn't seem to notice and continued on: "Her fair skin glows radiantly like white moon light"
Alan's only response was raising her eyebrow in a way that made her face looked slightly lopsided. "Her lush lips are so red they look smeared with blood," Jon continued "Her dainty white hand resembles a a a well it resembles something nice and her white bosom look like two plump doves." By now Alan's eyebrow was so far up she looked like someone whose hand had slipped while shaving their uni-brow (a.k.a it was raised so far up it was hidden by her hair.)
"Her dancing is like the swaying of a willow in a gentle breeze," rambled Jon. "More like the swaying of a willow in a hurricane," s ed Alanna trying not to start laughing hysterically. "The graceful curves..," Jon was cut of but Alan running out of the room a slightly purplish color. THE END
One day while Alanna/Squire Alan, the night after the ball she had to meet Delia, was sitting in her window seat glaring out the window when a love struck Jonathan entered the room. "Say Alan isn't Delia the most beautiful flower you've ever met," said Jon attempting to look moony and only achieving to look constipated.
"If you like weeds she is" said a scowling Alanna. Jon didn't seem to notice and continued on: "Her fair skin glows radiantly like white moon light"
Alan's only response was raising her eyebrow in a way that made her face looked slightly lopsided. "Her lush lips are so red they look smeared with blood," Jon continued "Her dainty white hand resembles a a a well it resembles something nice and her white bosom look like two plump doves." By now Alan's eyebrow was so far up she looked like someone whose hand had slipped while shaving their uni-brow (a.k.a it was raised so far up it was hidden by her hair.)
"Her dancing is like the swaying of a willow in a gentle breeze," rambled Jon. "More like the swaying of a willow in a hurricane," s ed Alanna trying not to start laughing hysterically. "The graceful curves..," Jon was cut of but Alan running out of the room a slightly purplish color. THE END