you know those were different times
Who: William and Olivier
When: 12/22
Where: District 2
Format: Paragraphs?
What: The promised date.
Warnings: Excessive :|
He was not nervous about this evening. Absolutely not. Things were just incredibly fascinating at various places along the way to the cafe. Which required him to stop and look at them and then realise that he could not stay because he had promised, and he would be slightly early so as not to look rude.
Just...talk to her. Right. Kaien made it sound so easy, and true, it wasn't as though they couldn't talk-after all, the coincidental meeting just a few days earlier hadn't been anything awful. Still, there was something too different about this occasion that made him seriously wonder why he hadn't considered everything before raising his hand a few weeks before. He had tried to simply go with his feelings, and look where it had landed him. Pacing in the snow and lacking in confidence.
This was ridiculous. What was the worst that could happen? Short of getting killed in the middle of the meal-an unlikely idea if there ever was one, there wasn't anything to be nervous about, necessarily. Not the strange tension of an initial meeting, nor anything else.
That was what he was going to be telling himself in the back of his mind until she arrived. Just attempt to relax, for it was going to be fine.
When: 12/22
Where: District 2
Format: Paragraphs?
What: The promised date.
Warnings: Excessive :|
He was not nervous about this evening. Absolutely not. Things were just incredibly fascinating at various places along the way to the cafe. Which required him to stop and look at them and then realise that he could not stay because he had promised, and he would be slightly early so as not to look rude.
Just...talk to her. Right. Kaien made it sound so easy, and true, it wasn't as though they couldn't talk-after all, the coincidental meeting just a few days earlier hadn't been anything awful. Still, there was something too different about this occasion that made him seriously wonder why he hadn't considered everything before raising his hand a few weeks before. He had tried to simply go with his feelings, and look where it had landed him. Pacing in the snow and lacking in confidence.
This was ridiculous. What was the worst that could happen? Short of getting killed in the middle of the meal-an unlikely idea if there ever was one, there wasn't anything to be nervous about, necessarily. Not the strange tension of an initial meeting, nor anything else.
That was what he was going to be telling himself in the back of his mind until she arrived. Just attempt to relax, for it was going to be fine.