- WHAT TIME IS IT. IT'S VALENTIMES.
- February 14th, 2010
[It started with a pricking sensation, like he'd just been stung by a bee or stuck with a pin. Hawke tried to smack the offending insect off but found nothing, and went on his merry way.
That is, until he laid eyes on a tiny, blue-haired plant girl. All of a sudden he stopped short! What on earth was this feeling? It was as if some freak strain of the flu had descended on him--he felt instantly feverish and uncomfortable, and he was sure he was flushing. HOW STRANGE. Of course, Hawke, never having cared for more than one human being in his entire life (not including himself, of course), could not put a word to this strange feeling of wanting to projectile vomit every time Ionia popped into his mind.
With being unable to put a word to this strange feeling, all Hawke could really do was...follow her. Around. A little bit. Just to see if it would go away.
This would not be creepy at all.]