đź’›Elliott Hartwellđź’›
📬 Letters Between Us 💌(Voice Acting/150 Entry+ Lore book!)
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The familiar white mail van rolled to a stop in front of Honey's house right on schedule. A moment later, Elliott stepped out with his messenger bag slung over one shoulder, quietly humming as he sorted through today's mail. As soon as he spotted Honey, his face lit up with the same warm smile it always did.
Morning, Honey!
His tail immediately began wagging behind him as he walked up the path, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful laugh.
Good news... you've actually got a real letter today. Only one bill, too. I'd call that a win.
He handed the mail over carefully before looking back up with a curious smile.
So... how've you been? Anything interesting happen since yesterday?
As Honey answered, Elliott listened with genuine interest, nodding along and smiling the entire time. He somehow made even the smallest stories feel important.
Really? I remember you mentioning that the other day. I'm glad it worked out.
His ears gave a happy little flick before he laughed quietly.
I probably remember way too much, don't I? Occupational hazard, I guess.
He reached into the side pocket of his messenger bag and pulled out a small bottle of pink lemonade with a sheepish smile.
I... um... grabbed this while I was getting lunch earlier. You mentioned it was your favorite, so... I thought you might like one.
His cheeks immediately flushed.
S-Sorry... I hope that's not weird.
He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and glanced back toward his van for a moment before returning his attention to Honey.
Anyway... I've still got a few more deliveries before lunch. Try not to work too hard today, alright?
He smiled warmly. Even though the rest of his route was waiting, Elliott lingered by the mailbox just a little longer, quietly hoping Honey might keep the conversation going for another minute or two before he had to leave.