Who: Giselle [songandlove] and anyone else Where: The mall When: Sunday 27th January, early morning Notes: Someone be nice to poor Giselle. *huge puppy eyes*
He really should have gotten used to being knocked about in crowds by now, though Al still cried out a little at feeling someone collide into his side. About to begin an apology that would most likely go unheard, he was taken aback to hear that for once, someone was actually apologising for knocking into him. "I..." he turned to look to whoever had spoken, his eyes widening at seeing the young woman in the pretty, if fancy, dress.
"It's okay," he responded at finding his voice at last, smiling up at Giselle, "It happens a lot. At least you apologised. Thank you." he dipped his head to her politely.
Giselle smiled; what a sweet boy he was! "You aren't hurt, are you? I really didn't mean to..." she trailed off, smoothing out her dress. "And thank you for being so polite! Nobody else here as been very nice to me, and I'm really quite lost. I don't suppose you know where Andalasia is, do you?" Even Giselle's optimism had it's limits, and she was really beginning to have her doubts anyone here even knew what Andalasia was, never mind where.
"No, you didn't hurt me," Al tried to reassure her, a light flush crossing over his face, "I'm sorry that no-one has been nice to you. A lot of people here are like that." Giselle certainly seemed to be attracting a lot of looks, the kindest of those being bemusement. "Andalasia?" even through the numerous text books he and his brother had been poring over, Al was positive he had never heard of the name before. "I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of it. Maybe," he trailed off as he was jostled lightly from the side, "We should go somewhere quieter," he reached out, grasping Giselle's wrist gently, "Okay?"
Disappointment briefly crossed her face, but at his suggestion she brightened up again. "Oh, alright!" she said, letting him take her wrist and gathering up her dress in her free hand so she didn't trip. Being anywhere else had to be better than wandering aimlessly in this big castle of shops. "But where are we going?"
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"It's okay," he responded at finding his voice at last, smiling up at Giselle, "It happens a lot. At least you apologised. Thank you." he dipped his head to her politely.
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