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Characters: Krile (feathered_earth) and Reed (heretic_hamlet)
Date/Time: January 16th, early afternoon
Location: The chocobo stables
Rating: G
Summary: Krile faces the prospect of actually having won Reed in the date auction.
On her last guard shift that had coincided with Reed's Greeter shift, Krile had made arrangements to meet him at the chocobo stables on Sunday afternoon. And then she'd promptly thrown herself at party preparations to try and get the butterflies in her stomach to flitter away and leave her alone. She really hadn't expected that she would be the highest bidder (and she was a little offended for his sake that he'd gone for so low). But. She had.
And. It would be nice to spend time with him that wasn't related to work, rescuing him from zombies, or visiting him as he recovered from said zombie attack. He was a good friend and a thoughtful person--she always liked talking to him.
In fact it would probably be very nice if she could just stop being so silly, but there was no denying that Reed was handsome, and kind, and brave, and had just about the prettiest way of speaking that she'd ever heard. Krile had uncharacteristically fussed over her appearance, trying to braid her hair, losing patience, and just tying it with a particularly pretty green ribbon. At least she'd picked an outing that made fussing over clothing impossible--you didn't dress fancy to ride chocobos, especially in January. Not that it really mattered, because she wasn't nearly silly enough to think that it was a good idea to be with someone Reed's age, but. Still.
At least the cold could excuse the redness of her cheeks when she arrived at the stables, bundled up against the cold and looking around for him.
Date/Time: January 16th, early afternoon
Location: The chocobo stables
Rating: G
Summary: Krile faces the prospect of actually having won Reed in the date auction.
On her last guard shift that had coincided with Reed's Greeter shift, Krile had made arrangements to meet him at the chocobo stables on Sunday afternoon. And then she'd promptly thrown herself at party preparations to try and get the butterflies in her stomach to flitter away and leave her alone. She really hadn't expected that she would be the highest bidder (and she was a little offended for his sake that he'd gone for so low). But. She had.
And. It would be nice to spend time with him that wasn't related to work, rescuing him from zombies, or visiting him as he recovered from said zombie attack. He was a good friend and a thoughtful person--she always liked talking to him.
In fact it would probably be very nice if she could just stop being so silly, but there was no denying that Reed was handsome, and kind, and brave, and had just about the prettiest way of speaking that she'd ever heard. Krile had uncharacteristically fussed over her appearance, trying to braid her hair, losing patience, and just tying it with a particularly pretty green ribbon. At least she'd picked an outing that made fussing over clothing impossible--you didn't dress fancy to ride chocobos, especially in January. Not that it really mattered, because she wasn't nearly silly enough to think that it was a good idea to be with someone Reed's age, but. Still.
At least the cold could excuse the redness of her cheeks when she arrived at the stables, bundled up against the cold and looking around for him.