In which everyone cried "About damn time!"
[Has just moved to stand outside Lenalee's door, shifting about in his awkward uncertainty. He's dressed up in a nice shirt and tie with some slacks, and his hair is tied low and doesn't look as tangled as usual. Behind his back he's holding a rose from one of the courtyards, looking a little beat from his violent manner of pulling it off the bush.
You did that on dates, right? Girls liked getting flowers, right? His only real knowledge of romance came from stuff he'd seen in sappy chick flicks he was probably forced to sit through and the general stereotypes that get filtered into people's brains. And if he was going to do this, he might as well try and do it 'right'.
Takes a breath, pausing. Well, there was no turning back now. Raises his fist to knock on the door]
You did that on dates, right? Girls liked getting flowers, right? His only real knowledge of romance came from stuff he'd seen in sappy chick flicks he was probably forced to sit through and the general stereotypes that get filtered into people's brains. And if he was going to do this, he might as well try and do it 'right'.
Takes a breath, pausing. Well, there was no turning back now. Raises his fist to knock on the door]