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"Dear diary. i-...uh..ugh! How do I even start this journalling thing?"
Don sighed while she tapped her pen on the book. She never even knew about journalling. 'Maybe it was like when she wrote letters to those fixers before when she was in the lighthouse? Or was it different?' she thought. She tried again, but she just couldn't think of anything.
"Why can't I think?!-"
THUD.
Don lowered her head into the book with immense force. Causing the pen on the book to fall and forcing don to raise her head from the book and grab it from the floor.
"Stupid pen!"
As Don Quixote went to grab it, a knock was heard from her door.
KNOCK KNOCK
Don Quixote stood up and tripped because of the pen on the floor. She grumbled and kicked it away with her foot. She went to open her door and saw Ishmael.
"..uh- hi?"
Don Quixote looked confused, staring at Ishmael and her boobs- I meant her eyes (totally).
"Don, you ok? I heard something heavy fall as I was passing your room."
Ishmael looked at Don Quixote with a concerned expression.
"Oh-uh, Thank thee for thou concern but it's just that... I hath been trying to figure out how this journalling thing works. I can't seem to figure it out tho."
Ishmael looked behind Don Quixote and noticed the book and barely any words in it except for a really fancy Dear diary on the top.
"Pfft- Really? Is that really important?"
Don Quixote looked away from Ishmael and laughed awkwardly. She now just realized how embarrassing it must be not knowing how to even use a diary. Especially when your crush knows how to write!!! (😢) She thought.
Ishmael laughed as she looked at Don Quixote avoiding eye contact. 'This shortie is really cute whenever she's embarrassed, and stupid. Sometimes being near her in a battle makes me have headaches because of how random she is sometimes.' She thought
"Well anyways. I can help you.... If you want me to?"
Don Quixote's head spun around to face Ishmael as her eyes widened and her mood instantly changed. 'WHAT?!!!???!! No way.. sh-sh-sh-SHE WOULD SPEND HER TIME WITH ME EVEN IF I ANNOY THEE?!!!! PLUS SHE PROBABLY DOESNT KNOW I HAVE A MASSIVE CRUSH ON HER AND-...ahem. calm down Don.' Her mind was racing as she never expected this and only expected Ishmael to laugh at her and walk away to do Important stuff.
"I-uh-UH S-SIRE!- I MEANT SURE!"
Ishmael laughed. 'ishmael LAUGHED? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG? WAS SHE LAUGHING AT ME? WAS IT TOO OBVIOU-' As she went back into her train of thoughts, Ishmael flicked her forehead and started giggling.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what's in thst little brain of yours, and why your always zoning out all of a sudden."
"eh..UAH!! OUCH...!"
Don Quixote held her forehead and pouted at Ishmael for flicking her forehead.
"Calm down Donny, it's just a little flick compared to getting our brains smashed."
"Hmph!... Anyways, uh. Art thou gonna help me or no?"
"Ah yeah. Soo... Are you gonna let me through or are you just gonna stand there?"
Don Quixote blinked twice before realizing she was blocking the entrance to her room. So she quickly moved to the side to let Ishmael in.
"Woah. Never knew you were that tidy."
Ishmael examined the room and then placed her weapon near where Don Quixote left her lance at.
"Eh, well I hath actually made a calender to remind myself on which days are tidying my room days. I do not like messy rooms after what hath happened in P corp. Seeing my room messy reminds me of when I was in my own room in the castle stuck in my own thirst for BLOOD."
"...oh."
Don Quixote stared at Ishmaels shocked face and giggled.
"But not to worry! I hath already moved forward and let the past be the past!"
"Let's just, go back to me helping you write."
"Mkay!"
A few minutes later...
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU EVEN MESS THAT UP SO BADLY?!!"
"I DONT KNOW!!"
"Haah... This is gonna take long for sure.."
After a while, they managed to get Don Quixote to figure out how to journal.
"FINALLY."
Ishmael looked away and then quietly celebrated after they finally finished. When she turned around, she saw Don on the table sleeping peacefully. 'how the hell did she sleep that fast.' she thought to herself. She approached Don Quixote's bed and took the blanket from the bed and went back to Don and placed it on her shoulders. She then quietly exited the room and closed the lights. But before she could leave, she just had to say goodnight first.
"Goodnight Don."
After she said that, she exited the room and quietly closed the door behind her.