Dance #46

[quackingly]

Ah! Dearest writer, love that I can't confess lest I betray my sex, your birthday is anon! If it pleasest thou, I beeseach thee to accept my humble offer to attend a simple banquet in your honor at the Cafe 'o Juliet. If you accept mine offer--and I beg that it be so, for this heart whether in the form 'o the duck, or a maiden, or a young lad has

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[sword_and_quill]

[Action Post] -- Backdating? sorry Manda!

[quackingly]

Ah....um...well....

[pauses, looking at Fakir for a moment, then down at her outfit, and--with a look of a bit of a struggle--turns and goes up the stairs to head to her room]

A-Aye, my lord.

((OOC: Sorry about last night. ^^;; I fell asleep in front of my computer and woke up to find the internet down again and just went "screw it" XD;;))

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[sword_and_quill]

[ Sighs and leans against the wall by the door in what has almost become his common waiting spot, watching her flee back up the large staircase. ]

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[quackingly]

[After several minutes, Ahiru decends back down the stairs. Her long hair is out and loose, and she's not wearing a dress fitting for a woman of the time.]

...Is this more pleasing to you, good sir?

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[sword_and_quill]

[ Can't help but blush slightly at the sight of her, inexplicably glad to see her in a dress again. ]

That's...fine. But don't call me sir. You know my name, moron.

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[quackingly]

[Blushes a little, but smiles, glad to have the permission to use his name.]

Aye, Fakir...as you wish.

((OOC: Since my internet is being stupid lately, I'm going to go ahead and show you Fakir's gift, just in case we...never get all the way through this.

It's here. I'm guessing Ahiru was probably saving up for a while, considering the price...XD;;))