[Closed] RT Thread: It's not a date; it's a gathering.
Characters: Jack Van Burace, Urd
Date: Uh... Supposed to be June 20th, but HEY--who's counting? NOT ME.
Summary: Jack was a douche at and before Prom. As a result, he's making it up to Urd and taking her on a 'date'.
Warnings: Ahn... Hm. Not as of this moment. Will be edited if needed.
So do I dress up or just look normal?
It'd been the first question and only one that Jack really concerned about. He'd already promised he'd shave, of course. But how did he want to go? He wasn't real fond of dressing up. It wasn't like he wanted to insult Urd any further, though. Wouldn't she just be happy to spend time with him? It was certainly what he'd thought.
He broke into his worries, though. He chose to go without a jacket and instead, wore something... classy, and yet not so casual. Slacks and a shirt ought to have done it. Knowing Urd was right next door, which at times worried him, because she could be like Peorth and just sneak into bed with him at night, he set out and stopped at her door. He didn't have flowers, but he could get her some along the way.
He really wasn't the romantic type. Resisting the temptation to turn tail and flee, he knocked on the door.
Date: Uh... Supposed to be June 20th, but HEY--who's counting? NOT ME.
Summary: Jack was a douche at and before Prom. As a result, he's making it up to Urd and taking her on a 'date'.
Warnings: Ahn... Hm. Not as of this moment. Will be edited if needed.
So do I dress up or just look normal?
It'd been the first question and only one that Jack really concerned about. He'd already promised he'd shave, of course. But how did he want to go? He wasn't real fond of dressing up. It wasn't like he wanted to insult Urd any further, though. Wouldn't she just be happy to spend time with him? It was certainly what he'd thought.
He broke into his worries, though. He chose to go without a jacket and instead, wore something... classy, and yet not so casual. Slacks and a shirt ought to have done it. Knowing Urd was right next door, which at times worried him, because she could be like Peorth and just sneak into bed with him at night, he set out and stopped at her door. He didn't have flowers, but he could get her some along the way.
He really wasn't the romantic type. Resisting the temptation to turn tail and flee, he knocked on the door.