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WHO: Namine (howsketchy) and Ritsuka (overcomplex)
WHAT: FIRST DATE that's sort of not a date because Ritsuka beats around the bush and Namine cannot read minds. BUT HE ASKED WITH THAT INTENTION so let's go with that!!!
WHEN: 11/08 - evening! 7 pm, actually, if you wanna get technical.
WHERE: Staaarting at Namine's room, heading to the mall area, and then let's see what happens.
WHY: HE HAS LIKED HER FOR OVER A YEAR
RATED: RATED F. FOR FLUFF. Though rly PG or possibly PG13 for language since Ritsuka is shitty.
[Okay, so after months of internal conflict, he finally decided to ask her out for a date! It had been nerve-wracking to ask over the guide earlier, but once she said 'sure' he had felt instantly better. Even if she didn't feel the same way, she was still nice enough to not flat out reject him. He didn't know much about dates, only hear-say from classmates (both here on Thor and back home) about how they usually went. He had been working a lot lately (and he had a lot saved anyway), so he had plenty of credits to pay for whatever he had to.
In fact, he was feeling pretty calm right up until 30 minutes before he was going to go meet her at her room.
Once it hit 6:30, every minute seemed to pass as slowly as possible, until 6:35, when he started throwing stuff into his sling bag. Camera? Check. Wallet? Check. His sketch book? Check. Pencils? Check. Rolled up piece of newspaper? Thrown out. Gum? Check. He glanced up at the clock, expecting it to be 6:45 -- it'd only take about 15 minutes to get to her room --
6:37.
So he sat on the couch, staring at the wall for the remaining 7 minutes, because it would look weird if he showed up too early, wouldn't it? It totally would. At 6:45, he grabbed his bag off of his coffee table and threw it over his shoulder, sparing a glance back to look at the room. He really needed to move in with someone he knew -- it was pretty lonely, not really knowing his roommates. He glanced at his watch now, and quickened his pace - despite time moving so slow before, it was already 6:47 -- two minutes had flew by. It always happened like this on TV, didn't it? Who knew it was actually kind of accurate.
He jogged down the hallway, his shoes making barely any noise on the cold floor. Ritsuka was always the sort to dress pretty nice, but tonight he had actually taken a little more care in his appearance. He kept to wearing dark colors, greens and blacks, which complimented each other nicely. It was far from fancy, but much better than his usual casual sweater and jeans. His hands had basically healed from the pumpkin carving mishap, so he only had some light healing cuts on his hands. He wasn't sporting any bandages tonight, which was rare in itself.
The elevator ride was fine, thankfully, and it didn't decide to strike and keep him there (which would have really been his luck). In fact, it was all going too well, and that itself made him a littler nervous. But better not to dwell on it -- once he reached her floor, he slipped out of the elevator, and moved through the throng of people that formed when people were trying to get into an elevator that clearly had no room for them. He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled, watching the door numbers, until he reached hers. He glanced at his watch. 7:02. Two minutes late -- not bad.
After a moment's hesitation, he knocked on her door.]
WHAT: FIRST DATE that's sort of not a date because Ritsuka beats around the bush and Namine cannot read minds. BUT HE ASKED WITH THAT INTENTION so let's go with that!!!
WHEN: 11/08 - evening! 7 pm, actually, if you wanna get technical.
WHERE: Staaarting at Namine's room, heading to the mall area, and then let's see what happens.
WHY: HE HAS LIKED HER FOR OVER A YEAR
RATED: RATED F. FOR FLUFF. Though rly PG or possibly PG13 for language since Ritsuka is shitty.
[Okay, so after months of internal conflict, he finally decided to ask her out for a date! It had been nerve-wracking to ask over the guide earlier, but once she said 'sure' he had felt instantly better. Even if she didn't feel the same way, she was still nice enough to not flat out reject him. He didn't know much about dates, only hear-say from classmates (both here on Thor and back home) about how they usually went. He had been working a lot lately (and he had a lot saved anyway), so he had plenty of credits to pay for whatever he had to.
In fact, he was feeling pretty calm right up until 30 minutes before he was going to go meet her at her room.
Once it hit 6:30, every minute seemed to pass as slowly as possible, until 6:35, when he started throwing stuff into his sling bag. Camera? Check. Wallet? Check. His sketch book? Check. Pencils? Check. Rolled up piece of newspaper? Thrown out. Gum? Check. He glanced up at the clock, expecting it to be 6:45 -- it'd only take about 15 minutes to get to her room --
6:37.
So he sat on the couch, staring at the wall for the remaining 7 minutes, because it would look weird if he showed up too early, wouldn't it? It totally would. At 6:45, he grabbed his bag off of his coffee table and threw it over his shoulder, sparing a glance back to look at the room. He really needed to move in with someone he knew -- it was pretty lonely, not really knowing his roommates. He glanced at his watch now, and quickened his pace - despite time moving so slow before, it was already 6:47 -- two minutes had flew by. It always happened like this on TV, didn't it? Who knew it was actually kind of accurate.
He jogged down the hallway, his shoes making barely any noise on the cold floor. Ritsuka was always the sort to dress pretty nice, but tonight he had actually taken a little more care in his appearance. He kept to wearing dark colors, greens and blacks, which complimented each other nicely. It was far from fancy, but much better than his usual casual sweater and jeans. His hands had basically healed from the pumpkin carving mishap, so he only had some light healing cuts on his hands. He wasn't sporting any bandages tonight, which was rare in itself.
The elevator ride was fine, thankfully, and it didn't decide to strike and keep him there (which would have really been his luck). In fact, it was all going too well, and that itself made him a littler nervous. But better not to dwell on it -- once he reached her floor, he slipped out of the elevator, and moved through the throng of people that formed when people were trying to get into an elevator that clearly had no room for them. He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled, watching the door numbers, until he reached hers. He glanced at his watch. 7:02. Two minutes late -- not bad.
After a moment's hesitation, he knocked on her door.]