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Who: Yori and Rena
What: Need to make you smile
When: Afternoon, November 29th [EPIC FLYING BACKDATE]
Where: Oceans Love Eatery
Yori quickly used the window of the restaurant as a mirror as he fixed his hair. While he had been grounded and his lightpost hopping cut off there was nothing to say he couldn't WALK somewhere.
Or, fly as the case may be.
On a broom.
Needless to say he'd gotten a little messed up for his first date, and he wasn't about to mess that up. Hence why he'd made sure everything would be perfect. Booked in advance, bought flowers, gotten lots of money to cover both of them and whatever she wanted...yet still his hand was shaking and his nerves were on high alert. Thing was he knew what to do to prepare for a date and he'd read up on what one was supposed to DO on a date, but reading and doing were two very different things. What if he messed up? Asked too many questions about her? Or on the flipside he talked too much about himself? What did she even LOOK like? Was she even human? What if he accidentally insulted her...
He stopped ruffling with his hair, his hand doing little to no good. He didn't want to over do this, then he'd just seem desperate.
So he kept an eye out for any single looking, downcast girls coming to the restaurant. He just hoped he did this right.
What: Need to make you smile
When: Afternoon, November 29th [EPIC FLYING BACKDATE]
Where: Oceans Love Eatery
Yori quickly used the window of the restaurant as a mirror as he fixed his hair. While he had been grounded and his lightpost hopping cut off there was nothing to say he couldn't WALK somewhere.
Or, fly as the case may be.
On a broom.
Needless to say he'd gotten a little messed up for his first date, and he wasn't about to mess that up. Hence why he'd made sure everything would be perfect. Booked in advance, bought flowers, gotten lots of money to cover both of them and whatever she wanted...yet still his hand was shaking and his nerves were on high alert. Thing was he knew what to do to prepare for a date and he'd read up on what one was supposed to DO on a date, but reading and doing were two very different things. What if he messed up? Asked too many questions about her? Or on the flipside he talked too much about himself? What did she even LOOK like? Was she even human? What if he accidentally insulted her...
He stopped ruffling with his hair, his hand doing little to no good. He didn't want to over do this, then he'd just seem desperate.
So he kept an eye out for any single looking, downcast girls coming to the restaurant. He just hoped he did this right.