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[troisfleur]

Trey.

Can't tell you my year. That'd ruin the suprise! You know what— if I can go this whole letter writing thing WITHOUT tipping off who I am, you gotta make me something. It's only fair!

(To make it easier, i'll drop clues!)

My roomie is a cool dude. Pretty chill, and good to joke around with. I'm sure you know him, being in his same dorm. And if you don't know him... seeing his track record, i'd be suprised!

Let me just sit with ya for a sec. Yeah. Pull up a chair. Make some hot cocoa.

How are YOU holding up? You sound stressed. Go ahead and vent to me all ya want. I don't mind.

To end it off, what would you want as a gift? You know. As a "hey, i feel you" after all your hard work?

-- From, Ooooh it's a secret oooh spooky you dont know who i am ooooh MYSTERY

[There’s an attempt to make the letter a little nicer this time. He found some stickers from somewhere that look like snowflakes to stick around the top and bottom of the letter, like a little border.]

HEY, NOW, we still have a week to uphold the mystique.

I could be Trey, I could be another third year entirely. There’s at least a handful of us, maybe more! I’m glad one of my potential dorm mates aren’t causing trouble, although I can’t say my authority means much when we’re all trying not to kill each other. I mean, that’s what I would say, if I was Trey Clover. [The artistic merit of the emoji notwithstanding, the end of this sentence is punctuated with a 🤭. He tried! He tried. That might make it worse.]

So, are we making wagers in the middle of these letters, now? All I did was shoot the breeze, and for my efforts I’m being put in an unwinnable situation… you know me, I only have a handful of context clues to go on for you…

I guess it would be too much of a loophole to say that I’d like an extortion-free month as my gift, huh? Probably not very really in the spirit of my dorm. Besides, the kitchen here is honestly just sad. If I was Trey Clover (and I may not be! I could be a different guy!) I think I’d just shake my head in resignation. I’ve tried my best to tidy up where I can, but everything’s outdated or one bad day away from blowing up in my face.

Hard to be enthusiastic to cook in these conditions. (I didn’t sign up to be the personal chef for anyone, to be clear. But it’s either try to work with the Ramshackle kitchen or trudge back to Heartslabyul and fight the snow.

Or another dorm’s kitchen. Maybe I’m just breaking into Heartslabyul!)

[Another attempt at an emoji doodle. 🤷‍♂️ this time. This dude failed art class, and it shows.]

How about this… if you can bring me some caulk and maybe a spatula that isn’t missing half of its blade, we can call it even.

In theory, if I did make something—granted the stove doesn’t explode—what’s your opinion on holiday flavors? Sick of them yet, or can’t get enough? (Honestly after a certain point I think I just become numb to peppermint.)

SIGNED,

Trey? Clover? We Just Don’t Know!