Prom Date | [OPEN!]

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who: Vaan [OPEN]
when: this evening, or any time?
what: Vaan took up the position of being a match maker for his old friend. 'Cause that's what he wanted...right?
where: Vaan's "creations" (as you'll read about) are everywhere. Vaan himself is currently trying to find his way back to his dorm, starting at Thracian Park.
warnings: ...Vaan.
notes: warggle

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"Beep, beep. Boop. No service."

Erika pulled a face as she tapped on the screen of her cell phone. It didn't seem to matter how much she tinkered with the wiring on the inside. It just wasn't going to work. All she'd wanted to do was call the family at home and let them know how she was doing. Perhaps she really was that far away. And no amount of altering was going to change the distance capabilities.

She warped her expression and when she flipped it closed, her chin lifted and she drew her attention onto the first poster, more interested in reading it, than paying attention to her surroundings.

"The handsome professor Basch fon Ronsenburg--" She tapped the base of her chin thoughtfully, "I guess he is handsome..." Then she silently read through the rest and broke into giggles, "Really?? He's looking for a date?? Hee! Mister Basch, looking for a date!"

Or maybe it was a ploy. The only way to really find out was to follow the posters and see where they led.

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It was when Vaan's stomach began to growl naggingly that the blond began to pick up his pace. The caf is somewhere around here....jeesh, I need a map, he thought, looking for a familiar street or building. No such luck caught his eye.

What did catch his attention, however, was a bright spark of green hair loitering about one of the many telephone poles Vaan decorated with his awesome posters. A grin pulled at the seam of his lips - sweet, a taker! And she's kinda cute, too.

Vaan quicked his pace and approached the girl, putting on a suave grin that he learned from Balthier.

"Hello, miss," he began. "I see you've taken interest in my... advertisement?"

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She'd lifted her phone and was well on the way of taking a picture of the poster plastered before her. There was nothing like concrete evidence. She'd had every plans of taking it back to Basch and asking him about what was going on. After all, she didn't take him as the sort to go to any kind of prom or gathering. She thought he liked being left on his own for the most part.

When she was addressed, she turned to the young man with blond hair. He looked young, at least. She couldn't tell just by simply looking at his face. She lowered her phone and chuckled, as though it was the easiest thing to do in the world. "Well... I know him. I just thought it was sort of silly. He isn't really looking, is he? He's such a serious guy..." She tapped the base of her chin thoughtfully.

"I really don't think he'd even go unless he was forced to. You know, chaperoning or something like that... Are you really sure he's looking...?" She couldn't ever picture herself going with him. She just liked following him around.

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Vaan smoothed the creases of his jeans down as the girl spoke, listening to her words with the same grin - guess everyone around here knew what a stick-in-the-sand Professor fon Ronsenburg was. Nevertheless Vaan still held true to his idea.

"Oh, he's looking, all right," Vaan assured with a nod of the head, looking at who he percieved was an upperclassman in the eye. "He just sorta doesn't know it yet, y'know?" he added with a wink.

"But yeah, I asked Basch over AIM beforehand - he's chaperoning. So y'know, I thought, 'why not?'. 'Cause he's gonna be there anyway. I think he could have a little bit of fun if he danced with a pretty girl," Vaan explained.

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"He just sorta doesn't know it yet, y'know?"

Erika lurched forward a little, intrigued by the situation in general. "Oh, I see! You're just looking for trouble! You know, if you get stuck in one of his classes, you're really going to be asking for it. He'll give you homework all of the time, deliberately make you fail classes, and you'll be--"

She interjected with a jerking of her right hand's thumb over her shoulder, "--gone!" Well, maybe Basch wouldn't go that far, but Erika got the distinct idea that he probably wouldn't be okay with just letting this kid go around and do this sort of thing. False advertisement, maybe?

"Wouldn't it make sense if he wanted to dance with a pretty girl that he'd... you know... Dance with a pretty girl? Just a thought, kiddo," she commented as she slipped her cell phone into her pocket. She'd just have to take a picture later.

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Vaan's sun-bleached eyebrow arched in silent question as the girl continued to ramble, a bit too close for comfort. His grin toned down a few shades until the line of his lips was thin and straight. Guess he had a lot of explaining to do...

"Well, first off, I'm not in any of his classes," he started casually, lacing his fingers together and supporting the back of his head with it. He began to pace and stare up at the fading light of the sky as he spoke. "Secondly, Basch and I go pretty far back, before this whole sketchy train ticket business was goin' around."

Vaan stopped pacing and cast the girl a sidelong glance. " `N don't call me kiddo, thanks."

Vaan gestured to the poster still hanging pointedly from the telephone pole. "So if you're not interested, I should prolly try and find my way back to my dorm."

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The moment he said he didn't have classes for Basch, she quieted. It wasn't unlike her to jump to conclusions, though, so while he might have thought strange things of her, she simply saw it as normal. Foolish, but normal. And then he said he was... what? Friends with Basch? Really?

"Oh...! I'm sorry! I guess it's a bad habit," she sheepishly replied. It wasn't like she'd meant to offend him or anything like that. Erika just had a tendency to talk a lot. A lot. Most people took it with a grain of salt and when they were tired of hearing her, told her to be quiet. "I haven't been very nice, have I?"

She lifted a hand and gestured to herself, "My name is Erika. I don't have Mister Basch for any classes either. We... sort of ran into each other on accident. I think he's pretty cool, though. Are... you actually really good friends with him?"

And the moment she began to redden, she knew she'd have to evade the talk of the prom. She was going, of course, but...

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Vaan blinked at the green-haired girl. So she was the Erika Basch had told him about on AIM. He had told Vaan there was a rambunctious girl who reminded Basch of him. Guess this was her. Vaan smiled a bit - she wasn't too bad; he could see her being a friend. That is, of course, if she dropped the whole kiddo thing.

"It's fine," Vaan assured. "Don't worry about it. And yeah, as for introductions," he paused and gestured to the poster with a crooked smirk. "I'm Vaan."

The blush spreading across Erika's face reminded Vaan of Christmas, what with her green hair and all. He wisely kept the observation to himself.

At the inquiry of his relationship with Basch, Vaan nodded again. He and Basch had had a very rocky start thanks to some misunderstandings, but after those had been settled, they went on quite an adventure together.

"Yeah. I guess you could say we're pretty good friends," he said distantly. I mean...we saved Ivalice together. Of course, with Balthier and Fran and Ashe and Penelo, but... there was still us.

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"Vaan," Erika echoed with a bit of mirth hidden in her expression. She wanted to comment on how she thought it sounded sort of silly. Like a foreign person saying 'van'. Of course, anywhere she went that wasn't home made her quite the foreign person too

O SHEET, EVERYBODY GET IN THE VAAN lol

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Vaan snorted in amusement at Erika's comment of Basch's (lack of) friends. "He's a bit shy. But y'know, he has his reasons," Vaan said in the defense of his friend. He didn't want to elaborate any more - it would feel like a betrayal of some sort.

Vaan tilted his hips to the side as he shifted his weight to the other leg. A breeze blew by and he crossed his arms, offering a slight smile to Erika. "Yeah, Basch has his rough edges but it's all in good nature," Vaan replied, feeling more amused that this seemed like a car seller, bragging about the good qualities of a car a customer should definitely buy.

He blinked and tilted his head to the side, though, slightly surprised at Erika's assumption. I bet you're probably just like him then!'Urhm. Sure,' he thought, scratching the back of his head. Still, it was nice to have his first social interaction be a nice one

OMG. I'm going to think this every time I see his name now. Thnx! xD

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Shy? That wasn't a word she would have used to Basch, even if it was true. When she thought of shy, she was probably thinking of the feminine version. The one where the people bounced around and blushed to the roots of their hair. Then again, maybe that was just someone being flustered. She was pretty sure being shy and flustered were almost the same, though