Dinner in Manhattan

[morphingreality]

Characters: Morpheus, Echo
Date/Time: January 29th ( +)
Location: Complex/Restaurant/?
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Echo and Morpheus have dinner to celebrate her acceptance into NYU.

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[morphingreality]

Once Morpheus noticed the motion and Echo, it was an understatement to say that he was caught off guard by her appearance. It wasn't as if he had never seen her before, but not looking like that (in a situation that seemed very similar to a date, too). Once that wore off in an amount of time that he forced to be short, his lips curved into a smile as she neared, a little worried that she would go toppling down onto the floor with her choice in shoes.

"Echo," Morpheus said, able to talk even if the other couldn't. His voice was quiet as always, a little soft, but still direct and audible without being too loud. He couldn't help but absently note that the flush on her usually pale cheeks looked especially nice, and that showed from how his gaze softened just a touch - a stark contrast to how he usually looked at most others with indifference.

"Hello," he chuckled, a self-conscious thought prodding at the edge of his mind once they were close enough to clearly see each other. "Shall we go?" Morpheus went directly to the point, since there would always be chances for small talk as they walked. He offered his elbow for her to hold onto, though it was subtle enough to pass as nothing, obvious enough to be noticed if she was paying attention.

[unloved_nymph]

The main problem was that Echo hadn’t actually noticed it was a date. She was honestly too excited; otherwise she would have done what she almost always did and over analyzed it to death until she worked herself into a panic. There would have been blank staring and other forms of strangeness. This was much better. Morpheus looked so nice, she really needed to make him more scarves, and they would have a lovely time. She was sure of that much.

Echo nodded to him easily, shall was such a nice word to start a night off with, fingers easily reaching out to clutch his arm and to begin lightly pull him towards the restaurant she had wanted to try.

With her other hand she slipped him the note from her pocket she’d prepared earlier. I made the reservation. You don’t have to, um, worry or anything.

[morphingreality]

Morpheus was glad that things were going smoothly so far, especially happy about the light pressure on his arm that led him to wherever they were going. Catching the motion, he read the note quietly, expression unreadable. At least until he gave her a small smile, reassurance that he wasn't worrying at all.

"Thank you," Morpheus said in addition, his other hand slipping out of his coat pocket to hold the door open for her. He head learned how to be a gentleman (somewhat) from the best, after all.