[night 07 / september 24 / 11:17]

[halftonesaviour]

The last four days were an innovative form of entertainment, to be sure. Still, all is well that ends well, isn't it? I'm sure someone learned some kind of lesson from this whole story.

Miss Lenalee? When would be a good time to give you back your dress and underthings?

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[swordsteps]

That was a very odd four days. I think everyone learned something, but I'm not sure.

...Ah, anytime after lunch is good. You didn't have any troubles with it?

[halftonesaviour]

I hope mister Komui learned something, at least. Otherwise, we're going to go through this over and over again...

I didn't! You're a wonderful teacher, Miss Lenalee. It took one demonstration to make me understand how to deal with that dress.

[swordsteps]

Hopefully he did. You never know with my brother, he might try to improve on what caused this.

Thank you, Allen. But you're also a fantastic listener. I think it was our efforts together that made it easier.

[halftonesaviour]

I truly hope he tries something that isn't an improvement of this... If I hear Lavi sing another serenade to his 'lovely twins', I'm going to die.

You flatter me too much, Miss Lenalee. All I did is the same thing as always. I only tried my best.

[swordsteps]

He might build something instead... At least he wasn't upset about the change?

I don't think it's flattery, Allen.

[halftonesaviour]

As long as it's not a dangerous something. True, but... In this case, I think him being upset would be easier on my mind.

The fact that you think that way is flattery in itself, Miss Lenalee.

By the way, if you don't mind... Can I ask another favor of you?

[swordsteps]

...I can't promise that one. ...Was he the red haired girl that was saying those...songs?

I don't mind at all. What do you need, Allen?

[halftonesaviour]

...yes. Yes, he was. I hope you didn't have to listen too much.

It's two favors, actually. First of all, do you mind if I just call you Lenalee? I'm sorry if that's rude, but somehow, attaching 'miss' feels awkward when it's with you. It keeps feeling like something that shouldn't be there.

And the other favor is... Would you mind if I'd thank you for my help somehow? By treating you to a dinner in a cafe, perhaps?

[swordsteps]

It's alright. I tuned it out after a while.

I don't mind at all, Allen. It doesn't feel rude, I felt awkward calling you 'Mister Allen'. Forgive me for not asking, but it felt wrong.

You don't need to thank me Allen, but I'd like that.

[halftonesaviour]

You have nothing to apologize for. I was the one who kept slipping with the honorifics, in either case.

I understand... In that case, please, allow me to invite you to a dinner. Maybe sometime this weekend?

[swordsteps]

I think we both did, Allen.

I accept. This weekend would be perfect, what time do you have in mind?

[halftonesaviour]

[There is a distinct pause before he next message, during which Allen is headdesking and performing other confused and delighted procedures over the fact that she actually accepted.]

Um... How about Saturday? Lately, the weather is really good in the afternoon, so that time on Saturday could be really good.

[swordsteps]

[While on the other end? Lenalee is almost the same thing over the fact he asked. Dorks, both of them.]

Saturday is perfect. That sounds like a good time as well.

[halftonesaviour]

[It's a good thing she can't see him typing, then. Just how many times can you misspell every single word in your message?]

Alright. I'm glad you like the time.

I'll see you on Saturday at the dorm lobby, then? I'll be looking forward to spending that day with you, Lenalee.

[swordsteps]

[From personal experience quite a few times, she's cheating. Spell check ftw.]

Yes, I'll meet you there. I'm also looking forward to spending the day with you, Allen.