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Who: RED Scout and Nia
When: Last Friday (October 1st)
Where: 312 Miller Street and then a restaurant, maybe? WHO KNOWS.
What: Scout has a date. At least, he thinks it's a date. Scout is also very inexperienced with dates, which will make this pretty sad, probably.
Warnings: None!

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[[she was expecting him to show, since it was an arranged meeting. so, like a polite person, she gets her hair ready and puts on some nice clothes. a blouse and a skirt and the like.

as she waits, she reads her book for school (it's a little confusing at parts, but she's getting through). she looks up, thinking she hears something. but when the something scurries off, she assumes it is just a squirrel or a bird. then, she hears the knock, and she happily bounds over to the door.

said door is flung open, and there is a smiling nia!]] Hello!

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[As soon as the door opens, Scout shoves the daffodil in front of Nia and grins as he thinks of what to say, aside from the standard hello. Of course, Scout must not have noticed that the flower was the home of a bee when he pilfered it a few moments prior, because now said bee is flying around very aggressively near his face.]

Aw, aw geez. Not a bee, not now!

[Scout steps backward to swing at the bee but slips on a rock and nearly tumbles over. Luckily, he catches himself before he actually falls, but the bee is still in his face and pretty mad.]

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Oh, what a pretty flower! Is it for me...? [[she reaches out to take it, but then... then the bee shows up.]] Ah!

Oh, do not hurt it! It is only a bee. Please stop! [[she does her best to shoo the bee away as scout catches himself from the near tumble. this bee, it seems pretty peeved!]]

Please leave, Mr. Bee! Do not sting him! [[this is probably pretty hilarious looking. a guy stumbling and trying to get a bee and a girl trying to get said bee away before it's hurt by the aforementioned guy. this is already shenanigans.]]

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[Scout is in full bee-killing mode and it's going to take a lot to get him to change his mind. The bee continues to hover uncomfortably close to his face, and he swings about to catch it, hoping that it'll either be caught or finally fly away.

Still gripping the flower in his left hand, he swings his right one more time and finally catches the bee.]

Ahaha! Got it, no problem. Now here's yer flow -- AAHHH [He screams pretty dramatically as soon as the bee decides it wants to get out from his fist and stings him.]

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[[she jumps back a little, startled by the scream.]] Did it sting you? Oh no! You should never try to catch a bee like that! Are you going to be alright, at you allergic?

Oh, wait, please let the bee go, first!

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[He slowly opens his fist and lets the bee go, but he's in a pretty great deal of pain. (At least, he's going to act like he is -- he always plays up his injuries.)]

Freakin' ... freakin' bee! Why was a bee there? [Curses under his breath.]

H-here, th'flower. [Tries once again to hand the flower over. Without failing this time.]

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Oh... Thank you. [[she takes the flower and looks at it for a moment, before looking back at him.]]

Do you need anything? Is the stinger still in...? We most likely have something inside that could get it out!

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[Slowly moves his gaze to his sore hand, with 'dry' eyes.. His eyes are not watering, except for the fact that they kind of are.]

Stinger is still in m'hand but I don't need anything, I'll be fine! So about dinner ...

[Still stares at his hand as he speaks. The pain is just a tad distracting.]

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No, no! Your eyes, your face, you look like you are in pain! Come inside quickly, we can get the stinger out.

[[she's just gonna take his jacket's sleeve and smile.]] I do not want you to eat while you are in obvious pain!

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'm not in pain

[Sighs, because it seems like even if he contests, he'll end up going inside and getting treatment anyway.]

Fine, alright, I'll go.

[Re-clenches his fist and heads inside Nia's house.]

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Very good!

[[into the house, and then to the kitchen they go! she offers a chair for him.]] Please wait here, and I will go look for some tweezers. [[she makes her way out of the room, but suddenly stops and turns.]]

Thank you for the flower, again! [[she holds up the flower, some dirt clumps falling off onto the floor.]] I will put it in some water before we leave, I do not want it to die. [[and she's gone for real this time, off to look for the tweezers that will solve this crazy problem. this "date" is off to a marvelous start...]]

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[He sits as soon as the chair is offered and glances around at his surroundings. The kitchen is so clean ... it's almost making him uncomfortable. (The kitchen at his house was clean, too, but it was different. Maybe it was because Scout's wife was a drone and so that house was more empty, for a lack of a better word.)]

No problem! I got the best one, 'cept for the bee and all.

[Ignores the dirt falling onto the floor. After all, this isn't HIS house, so he doesn't really care about causing a mess, though the mess is making the kitchen a tad less uncomfortable.]

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[[don't be uncomfortable, because nia is back! with tweezers, even! she does not have the flower anymore, though.]] I put the flower in water!

Alright, now, let us get the stinger out so we can leave, yes? [[she takes the chair one over from scout, smiling at him.]]

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[For once, Scout is quiet. He just sticks his hand out, palm up, ready to get the stupid stinger out.]

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[[and she looks closer at his hand. she looks rather determined, for such a simple task.

finding the stinger, she quickly plucks it out!]] There! It is gone now! [[she stands, walking over to the trash and letting the tiny stinger fall into it.]]

... Would you like a bandage, or should we go?

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[Heck no, Scout doesn't need a bandage! It's bad enough he had to sit here and get the stinger out -- he wants to go, he's freaking starving.]

No way! I'm starving, I haven't eaten in like six hours. Let's go!

[With that, he jumps out of the chair and rushes out of the kitchen and over to the front door. He turns back around as soon as he reaches the door, though.]

Ah, I should probably tell ya -- I don't have a car. 'Cause I still don't know where t'get one. But I found a bike!

[Scout won't admit that he actually can't afford a car, yet, with his really low salary.]