Girl Talk!

[malleableform]

Characters: Raven Xavier and Iris Masterson
Date & Time: July 16th, Afternoon
Setting: Iris' room
Summary: Raven needs some advice.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Status: Closed

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[seesthespectrum]

Iris had been busying herself with reassembling the telescope her brother had sent her, the pieces strewn around her bed. The sound of the knock made her look up, and she quickly shuffled it to one corner in an attempt to make her room look tidy. Dissatisfied with the results, but not wanting to keep her visitor waiting, she crossed the room and opened the door, pleased to see Raven standing there, looking a bit... nervous?

"Raven!" she said brightly, opening the door wide. "Come in, love."

It occurred to her that she hadn't spent much time in the way of decoration. But there was a desk and chair, as well as an empty bed opposite hers, so at least there was seating available. She stepped back to clear the doorway, her arm sweeping across the room in a "wherever you can sit, do" gesture.

"What's on your mind?"

[malleableform]

Raven nervously tucked a few loose strands of blond hair behind her ear and went to sit on the empty bed. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She couldn't get much more embarrassed feeling. She might as well just charge ahead.

“I have a DATE. A real, genuine, honest-to-god dinner date. Out in public and everything. I’ve never had a dinner date. I’ve never had a DATE.” She took a deep breath. “What do I do?”

[seesthespectrum]

Iris had settled herself on her bed, watching Raven fiddle. It was quite adorable, really, and when the words came out of her mouth, Iris couldn't help but clap in delight.

"A date!" she exclaimed. Then she settled, smoothing the front of her sundress down. She hardly considered herself a dating expert, but she'd certainly been on enough to have a good sense of what and what not to do.

"The most important thing, of course, is to relax," she said. "And the next is - who with?" It wasn't just out of her own curiousity that she asked; the personality of the gentleman caller made all the difference. If it was Hank, well, demure and polite would be the course of the evening. But if it was Remy... well, who knew?

[malleableform]

Raven laughed. She probably sounded a little panicky, but she was sure Iris would forgive her. “Relax? I’m not sure I can. Every time I start thinking I’m calming down, I remember that I’m going on a date.”

She took another deep breath. It was just a date. She could tell Iris, it was okay. She had to tell SOMEone. Well, here went nothing. “Erik. I’m going out on a date with Erik.” Raven let out a tiny wail and flopped backwards on the bed.

“What was I thinking? Sure he’s sort of fascinating, and I love spending time with him... and god knows he’s ridiculously attractive...” And he finds my natural form beautiful. “And I could definitely go for some pie with him...” Then she realised what she just admitted and blushed furiously.