[Shadow shakes his head idly, tearing open the envelop from the heart with ease.] She admires you, blue hedgehog. My doubts lie with that one.

[He pops the sheet of paper out -- all made with cute and flowery stationery, decked with the scent of some cheap perfume -- and begins to skim his eyes over each and every word.

...

This had to be some sort of joke. He curls his lips downward.]

This is definitely not from the pink one. These words... They cannot even spell 'saccharine' correctly. [He gestures to the very word, spelled out as 'sakarin' on the note. That is wrong. Very wrong. Not right, yo.]

Let alone the cliche in a phrase like, "My saccharine passion is for you and only you."

[Seriously. He huffs. What a disgrace...]