[The first sounds that came from the other end of the phone line was a dull, rhythmic thumping. It was the distinctive sound of a head banging a couple times into a desk. After that came a low, muted groan of mild desperation. Her voice was faint, muffled.]
Pourquoi est-ce si difficile?
[Bang, bang. Sigh. She sounded a little resigned when she spoke afterwards, bringing the phone up to her lips and replying to Eleanor.]
Y...Yes, Eleanor. I am trying to ask you out on a date.
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Pourquoi est-ce si difficile?
[Bang, bang. Sigh. She sounded a little resigned when she spoke afterwards, bringing the phone up to her lips and replying to Eleanor.]
Y...Yes, Eleanor. I am trying to ask you out on a date.
(OOC: "Why is this so difficult?")