First Sort-of Date;
Characters: Allen Walker, Rhode Kamelot, & Rokudo Mukuro
Location: Rhode & Mukuro's apartment
Rating: G
Time: Evening, November 24
Description: Rhode has invited her dear Allen over for dinner with her and her partner, and after some sneaking around to avoid the rather nosy interference of certain members of the Order, the special night has finally come.
Rhode was beginning to notice an increasing number of her uncharacteristic bouts of nervousness, though perhaps it was simply all the things she'd been doing in recent weeks. Since the attack, she'd certainly been edgier, but that had little to do with the fluttering sensation in her stomach as she sat at the lovely table they had set out for tonight's dinner. This wasn't some spontaneous terror or fear; this was pure nerves. Perhaps Allen wouldn't be able or want to come, after all. Perhaps Mukuro wouldn't be able to sneak him away from his constantly hovering Order masters. Perhaps he would get here, and the evening would somehow turn out a total disaster.
Perhaps it would be best if she simply did not think too far ahead of herself.
She stood up from the table, at last, with another glance to the clock. They should be back any time now, if all had gone well. Allen would come in, and see her in the nice dress she'd picked out just for tonight- Perhaps he'd tell her she looked very nice. And then they would sit, and eat, and be able to talk, though even Rhode didn't know what they might talk about that wouldn't end in some discussion about the war and their situations at home.
This was impossible. A bad idea, after all of this. But it was too late to turn back now. Rhode frowned, fretting silently as she put the chairs into their perfect places for the eighth time since Mukuro had left.
Location: Rhode & Mukuro's apartment
Rating: G
Time: Evening, November 24
Description: Rhode has invited her dear Allen over for dinner with her and her partner, and after some sneaking around to avoid the rather nosy interference of certain members of the Order, the special night has finally come.
Rhode was beginning to notice an increasing number of her uncharacteristic bouts of nervousness, though perhaps it was simply all the things she'd been doing in recent weeks. Since the attack, she'd certainly been edgier, but that had little to do with the fluttering sensation in her stomach as she sat at the lovely table they had set out for tonight's dinner. This wasn't some spontaneous terror or fear; this was pure nerves. Perhaps Allen wouldn't be able or want to come, after all. Perhaps Mukuro wouldn't be able to sneak him away from his constantly hovering Order masters. Perhaps he would get here, and the evening would somehow turn out a total disaster.
Perhaps it would be best if she simply did not think too far ahead of herself.
She stood up from the table, at last, with another glance to the clock. They should be back any time now, if all had gone well. Allen would come in, and see her in the nice dress she'd picked out just for tonight- Perhaps he'd tell her she looked very nice. And then they would sit, and eat, and be able to talk, though even Rhode didn't know what they might talk about that wouldn't end in some discussion about the war and their situations at home.
This was impossible. A bad idea, after all of this. But it was too late to turn back now. Rhode frowned, fretting silently as she put the chairs into their perfect places for the eighth time since Mukuro had left.