162. going, going, gone!

[mememaker]

DATE AUCTION MEME
Love can be bought here at the Date Auction! Whether you're just lonely or donating proceeds to some charity (or forced to do it, whichever!), you're not going to be lonely tonight!

HOW YOU DO IT
1. Post your character.
2. Others go to RNG or come up with a scenario for a date and respond because hey, they won you!
3. There are sexy

Comments

Agatha Ferris (The Iron Stove) || GHP verse || normal only, please

[stove_wife]

[:D?]

[stove_wife]

[Whee! You're going completely around now. Agatha shrieks in delight, thoroughly distracted from wondering what's bothering you.]

[And then the boat starts to slow down, and finally stops. Agatha is still excited about the ride, but it's time to disembark~]

[craving_gold]

[Edgar just keeps his eyes shut. He can't even immediately tell when the ride ends because his insides are still flying around like he's inside a tumbledrier; he just takes his cue from the ceasing of squealing. Before even attempting to stand up, he reaches to put a steadying hand on Agatha's shoulder. Maybe poking her in the ear before finding it. Sorry.

He's pretty sure he can still pass off as ordinarily dizzy; most people are bound to be at this point, right?] Um... Agatha? Move. [When he opens his eyes, everything is spinning oh my god. He closes them again, getting wonkily to his feet as Agatha does (assuming she does), lurching out and off of the ride behind her, narrowly avoiding faceplanting by holding onto various railings.

His poor head. :< He squints his eyes open.]

Meanwhile, she DOES use his name in memeland, correct...?

[stove_wife]

[Agatha notices pretty quick that something's wrong. Yeah, some of the other people are a little loopy, but nobody this bad. She tries to wrap an arm around your waist to help keep you up as the two of you leave the ride.]

Edgar, what's wrong now? Why are you so floppy?

whatever we want goes in memeland! for our immediate convenience: yes. :D

[craving_gold]

[He's more than happy for the physical support because it's not in a totally stupid caring-sharing way, more in a let's-not-fall-over way. Also, he's Edgar, and he will see this as a legitimate excuse to get handsy if it gets to it. He's the worst date ever.]

Just a little dizzy, you know. [He opens one eye, wrapping an arm around her, leaning heavily. Staggering somewhat inelegantly.] Did you enjoy it? [STILL TRYING.]

:D

[stove_wife]

Yes... I'm guessing, like, you didn't. Come on, there's, like, a bench over there, we can sit while you recover.

[craving_gold]

No, ah, don't worry about it. [BENCHES ARE FOR THE WEAK. Also he will hang off of her neck like a snuggly monkey.] You should try some of the games, though. With your agility thing, you would tear them apart. [She can win him shiny things. :D?]

[stove_wife]

Bench first, then games. [Guiding you inexorably toward the bench. >|] What kind of games do they have? How do they work?

[craving_gold]

[...what even. WHY.] I don't need to sit down. [The world is still lurching but he's good at dealing with it! He lets go of her and goes tripping off in another direction. Oops, sorry random stranger.]

Loads of games! They work in all different ways. You have to see them.

[stove_wife]

Stop that. [>| Tries to catch hold of you again and drag you towards the bench. You're almost there, why are you being difficult.]

You can show then to me, after you stop, like, flopping everywhere.

[craving_gold]

...I am not 'flopping'! [This is the King, being indignant. He brushes some hair out of his eyes. It's getting easier, slowly.] Let's go forth and continue with our date, ma belle, the night is young but there's much to see. [He will kind of grab her back. He's like a very coherent drunk.] We must go to the silent disco. It's my favourite!

[stove_wife]

We'll get to see everything. After you sit down. [Sits on the bench and tries to drag you down too.] It's only for a few minutes. Honestly.

[craving_gold]

[Princess Edgar allows himself to be dragged down onto the seat, but he looks rather put out. Then again, everything is wobbling from side to side like a see-saw.]

You don't go on many dates, do you?

[stove_wife]

I've been on a few. Define "many." [She tries to keep hold of you, in case you try to make another wobbly break for it.]

[craving_gold]

[He leans into her; maybe she makes him uncomfortable and extremely annoyed most of the time but she's a living, breathing human being and he's. Edgar.]

Define "a few".

[stove_wife]

[She thinks for a bit before shaking her head.] I had, like, four or five boyfriends in high school; I can't remember, like, the exact number of times we went out.