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[trost]

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text; un: siegfried

[schwarzen]

[ On this particular day, Siegfried has agreed to work on a marketing campaign for a local sandwich shop. Their ads are targeted to be sent out late at night. Unfortunately he not only forgot to use the shop's messaging system, but he also forgot to attach the actual pictures of the food.

He meant to, really, he's still just figuring out how this technology works, cut him a break. This is sent out around 2 am. ]

u up?

give into temptation

[trost]

[ Oh god, who is texting him at this ungodly hour? When Jean crawls out of his bed to look at the watch, he frowns at it, feeling dumbfounded. Unfortunately for Jean, with his powers of Enlightened Social Awareness, he gets a flirtatious vibe from this context-less text and he doesn't know what to feel about it. ]

And this 'temptation' would be ...

[schwarzen]

[ Oh, it looks like Jean is an interested customer! Most people aren't answering their phones right now because it's so late, and the nocturnal monsters don't seem too interested in sandwiches.

He looks at the provided script before replying. ]

A scrumptious and meaty footlong, just for you.

Interested? Y/N

[trost]

[ What the actual heckie is going on. You tell a guy about your life growing up, and they try to solicit you for questionable deeds shortly after? ]

... I think we need to get to know each other a little more.

Or rather, I didn't know you were like this.

[schwarzen]

[ that's how the world works. ]

I believe there's been a misunderstanding.

Do you want the sandwiches? We are offering free delivery, for a limited time only.

[trost]

[ NAnd now he feels stupid for assuming something else, and slightly guilty that his opinion of Siegfried had gone down the drain so quickly. He respects the guy, really. Though, he doesn't feel guilty enough to apologise. It's Siegfried's own fault for sending questionable messages at 2am. ]

So this was about sandwiches. [ Explains the 'footlong'. ]

Why didn't you just say so then?! Do you know what it sounded like just now?

[schwarzen]

I'm merely following the script I was provided.

Although I see now that I accidentally sent this through my personal messages, and not the shop's.

Did the image of the menu go through, at least?

[trost]

You're awful at this. [ Says the guy is also awful at this. ]

Nothing went through. Receiving a menu probably would have made more sense.

[schwarzen]

I see. This is proving to be a disaster.

Do you mind showing me how to attach a picture?

[trost]

Fine, since you're asking. It's easy. [ He's very happy there's someone just as bad at this as he is. ]

You press the little emojee that looks like a camera, and it'll bring you to the photograph gallery where you can choose. Then, you press 'send'. Like this.

[ Attachment.jpg.

It's a picture of Jean's spindly feet. i'll explain later i have to go take a walk ]

[schwarzen]

Is that what those pictures are called? Emojee?

[ he opens the picture, and just when he thinks he's beginning to understand all of this, he only has more questions. but he supposes Jean's done what he asked him to.

why feet... ]

Thank you.

[ 5 min later ]

It's an interesting picture.

[trost]

That's what they're called. [ According to Eren ....... Misinformation that is spreading around right now. Jean considers his job finished and starts tucking back into be during that momentary silence. He's alerted again by the buzzing of the watch. ]

Yeah? I think it's nice. [ He thought he sent Siegfried a picture he had taken of his quaint little cottage that's covered in rose blooms and he doesn't quite know what's actually in the attachment yet. ]

[schwarzen]

[ what the fuck ]

I see.

Well, sorry for disturbing you. Here's the menu, in case you're interested

[ attachment.jpg is just the picture of jean's feet sent back to him. ]

[trost]

[ what the fuck ]

Those are my feet.

[ Dumbfounded again. It's so early and his brain is barely functioning right now. Why does this man have a picture of his feet? ]

[schwarzen]

[ wow, he's really bad at this. he should practice more and actually choose the right image. ]

Oh.

[ This time, he sends attachment.jpg ]

There you go. I double checked that I did everything correctly this time.

[trost]

Is this a joke? I can barely follow your humour.

More importantly, where did you get a picture of my feet?

[schwarzen]

[ is jean okay?? he supposes it is pretty late, he must be very groggy ]

I sent you a picture of the menu, didn't I?

[ he feels so gaslit right now ]

You sent it.

[ another 5 min later ]

Are you okay?

1/2

[trost]

[ he is also feeling so gaslit ... ]

What do you mean I sent it

Why the hell would I send you pictures of my feet

Are YOU okay?

[ scrolling, scrolling, he's looking for the attachment again. ]

[trost]

Oh .......



That was supposed to be my house.

[schwarzen]

[ suddenly, everything makes so much more sense. ]

It's alright. I was the first one to send erroneous messages, after all.

I really should have practiced more with this device before agreeing to take on this job.

1/2

[trost]

We both messed up there. To think, I was trying to teach you how to do it ...

[ And messed up himself, in the process. It's embarrassing. ]

[trost]

[ Wait a minute. ]

... You said my feet were interesting.

[ what the FuCK ]

[schwarzen]

It seemed impolite to not give some sort of compliment.

Interesting was the best I could come up with. I did think your choice of photo subject was odd.

In that sense, it was interesting.

[trost]

I don't want your ... pity compliments about my feet. I can't tell if this is better or worse.

Next time just tell me I fucked up. [ Hopefully there won't be a next time but WhO KnOWs ]

[schwarzen]

Noted.

Along those lines, I'd like to get rid of this picture of your feet, but I can't figure out how.