He probably looked even more hideously awkward. Even in his favourite, and most comfortable dark grey slacks and deep blue shirt made from the finest Egyptian cotton. He bounced on the heels of his boots slightly, wishing he'd brought folowers or something...but that might have given the wrong impression. He just wanted to talk, to understand the Bonnie of this universe...but right now he half wished Kitt had never given him the address.
Sommoning up his courage, feeling more nerves and strain that he did when he was being shot at, he knocked on the door of her apartment.
Bonnie looked up from her laptop, surprised to hear a knocked at the door. She threw off the blanket that she'd curled around her feet and padded over to the door. She glanced though the peephole, completely unprepared to find Michael Knight standing there.
Bonnie fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled open the door.
"Michael?"
OOC - Sorry, on my way out tonight. I should be around tomorrow night though.
"Hi, Bonnie." He said weakly. Hoping she didn't just assume he was the 'other' Michael and punch his lights out. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a nervous smile.
"I..came to talk. I don't know how much Kitt told you and I...just wanted to explain..." He trailed off and sighed, "I'm not doing this very well." Where had his famous skill with women gone? Then again, this wasn't just some random woman on a case, this was Bonnie...not the Bonnie he had known, but still, Bonnie. Kitt's friend - HIS friend, once. H looked at her pleadingly, waiting for a response.
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He probably looked even more hideously awkward. Even in his favourite, and most comfortable dark grey slacks and deep blue shirt made from the finest Egyptian cotton. He bounced on the heels of his boots slightly, wishing he'd brought folowers or something...but that might have given the wrong impression. He just wanted to talk, to understand the Bonnie of this universe...but right now he half wished Kitt had never given him the address.
Sommoning up his courage, feeling more nerves and strain that he did when he was being shot at, he knocked on the door of her apartment.
"Bonnie?" He called, but only softly
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Bonnie fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled open the door.
"Michael?"
OOC - Sorry, on my way out tonight. I should be around tomorrow night though.
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"Hi, Bonnie." He said weakly. Hoping she didn't just assume he was the 'other' Michael and punch his lights out. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a nervous smile.
"I..came to talk. I don't know how much Kitt told you and I...just wanted to explain..." He trailed off and sighed, "I'm not doing this very well." Where had his famous skill with women gone?
Then again, this wasn't just some random woman on a case, this was Bonnie...not the Bonnie he had known, but still, Bonnie. Kitt's friend - HIS friend, once.
H looked at her pleadingly, waiting for a response.
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"Kitt hasn't told me anything." She shook her head and stepped back from the door. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see you. Come in."
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