Having spent most of the day lounging around, Gabriella had not been expecting someone this late. Pulling her eyes away from the TV, she flipped her braid over her shoulder, walking over to the door, fixing her tank-top and covering her mouth with a hand as she yawned. And she had fuzzy slippers on...
Did she order Chinese? Maybe-
Opening the door, she stared at- Blue. Blue. Blue. Neon. Silvery. Blue. Blueeeeeeeeeeeee. She blinked, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes quickly as she opened them, turning her head up and staring up at Elias, frowning and hoping that she wasn't going to go blind from his suit.
"Hallo," she said warily, frowning, "I hope you aren't here for a new suit because I don't even know if I can save you from..." she reached out a hand, pulling at the light-blue bowtie, "This."
She looked... Elias didn't know what the look on her face was supposed to mean. Disgust? Confusion? He looked down at his suit. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. He had even checked it for stains! Could she tell that he hadn't ironed it? Oh, crap, he was off to a bad start.
"I'm here," he started off before taking a deep breath, "I'm here for you, Gabriella! I want to take y-you out for dinner!" He mustered all of his courage into making a big, dopey smile.
She was really, really pretty.
It was too bad her slippers were covering her toes, though.
That icon is 1000times more awesome if I imagine it as Elias thinking about toeshergelaufeneFebruary 14 2011, 00:14:32 UTC
"Aww Liebling," Gabriella said, reaching up a hand giving Elias' cheek a tiny little pat. Honestly, he could have his moments of being absolutely adorable, which went really good with that little strange (and backwards) mind of his. "That's really sweet, but I can't go out with you."
She leaned against her doorframe, tucking her arms against her chest. "You know all those packages you deliver to me? Ja, they're from a secret admirer and I'm waiting for him to reveal himself because he knows that I'm worth it. So, thanks, but not this time."
At least she'd given him a reason instead of just slamming the door in front of his face. "Goodnight Elias."
That is exactly what I had in mind 8Db SUCH PRETTY TOES.lizzypanFebruary 14 2011, 04:02:07 UTC
His cheek felt warm where she had touched it, and he felt his hopes rise as she smiled at him, only to plummet down into the ground a few seconds later. She... she had someone else! Who could have snatched her away? Under his own nose, even!
Wait. Back up.
"No, Gabriella!" He stuck his foot in between the door and the ledge quickly, eyes wide and frantic. "You can't refuse me to go with him! Because I am him! I'm the one who sends you the letters!"
He breathed in, wishing he had brought flowers, "I'm the one that writes to you in black marker on slightly crumpled paper that may or may not usually smell like pizza. I'm the one who likes your toes and your hair and everything about you, so..." he looked down. "So don't say goodnight yet."
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Did she order Chinese? Maybe-
Opening the door, she stared at- Blue. Blue. Blue. Neon. Silvery. Blue. Blueeeeeeeeeeeee. She blinked, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes quickly as she opened them, turning her head up and staring up at Elias, frowning and hoping that she wasn't going to go blind from his suit.
"Hallo," she said warily, frowning, "I hope you aren't here for a new suit because I don't even know if I can save you from..." she reached out a hand, pulling at the light-blue bowtie, "This."
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"I'm here," he started off before taking a deep breath, "I'm here for you, Gabriella! I want to take y-you out for dinner!" He mustered all of his courage into making a big, dopey smile.
She was really, really pretty.
It was too bad her slippers were covering her toes, though.
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She leaned against her doorframe, tucking her arms against her chest. "You know all those packages you deliver to me? Ja, they're from a secret admirer and I'm waiting for him to reveal himself because he knows that I'm worth it. So, thanks, but not this time."
At least she'd given him a reason instead of just slamming the door in front of his face. "Goodnight Elias."
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Wait. Back up.
"No, Gabriella!" He stuck his foot in between the door and the ledge quickly, eyes wide and frantic. "You can't refuse me to go with him! Because I am him! I'm the one who sends you the letters!"
He breathed in, wishing he had brought flowers, "I'm the one that writes to you in black marker on slightly crumpled paper that may or may not usually smell like pizza. I'm the one who likes your toes and your hair and everything about you, so..." he looked down. "So don't say goodnight yet."
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