Room 415, Tuesday Evening

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had been dreading - and looking forward to - this moment since Sunday. She had tried on both of her dresses before deciding neither of them made her feel very comfortable, and comfortable was something she should be - so she was wearing her nicest sweater and trousers, all black and eggplant. She was still fidgeting with it. Perhaps she

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[gavegoodface]

Face was in fact wearing his suit. And he'd brought flowers.

Also he was early, so he stood in the hallway for longer than was probably necessary before knocking.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra didn't jump, at least. There was that small victory.

She walked towards the door with big steps, pulling the door open with slightly more force than what was probably necessary. "Garik."

[gavegoodface]

Face held the flowers up, not at all like a shield, really. "Cass, you look good."

[seeks_truth]

"Thank you," Cassandra said, and Maker help her, she still blushed over bloody flowers.

She reached for them. "You are... wearing your suit."

Yes, astute.

[gavegoodface]

"I said I would," Face said. Cleverly. Or something. "Because it's amazing."

[seeks_truth]

"It is terrible," Cassandra said fondly, hugging the flowers to her chest. "You look wonderful."

[gavegoodface]

"Thanks," Face said, ducking his head and grinning. "So, plans?"

Don't ask him to improvise, this was the wrong time to learn that things often exploded when Face improvised.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra walked back into the room to put the flowers down somewhere, which... was meant to buy her time to think. "Ah," she said, "I suppose we should have some form of dinner..."

[gavegoodface]

Face nodded. "Dinner works," he said.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra nodded, too.

Then she realized that was ridiculous and let out an "Ugh."

A couple steps back to the door and she was grabbing for his suit, trying to tug him close.

[gavegoodface]

Even if Face was inclined to resist (which he so wasn't), it was blatantly obvious who'd win that contest. "Or we could stay in," he suggested, grinning.

[seeks_truth]

"We can call if we get hungry," Cassandra said, kicking the door shut.

[gavegoodface]

That was far hotter than door kicking should be.

"Sounds like a plan," Face said, leaning in to kiss her.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra pressed him up against that door as she kissed back, her hands letting go of his suit so they could sneak under the jacket.

[gavegoodface]

Face was definitely a fan of this plan, an enthusiastic one even.

He rested his hands on her hips, tracing his thumbs along the waistband of her trousers.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra pushed the (ridiculous) jacket off of his shoulders. She kissed him more fiercely, pressing herself close.

She was mildly surprised by herself, but this was far better than dithering endlessly.