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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:14 pm
Scarentine's Day, and the Dance that celebrated it, was coming up soon. Even Moure, as oblivious to school activities as he was, knew this. The Dance was going to be a formal event, most likely, probably like how Prom was. Hopefully without the drama that had accompanied the whole ordeal. The patchwork was looking forward to what he hoped would be a better dance. The only problem, though, was that Moure had never actually asked someone out to such an event. Danny had more or less invited him to Prom, and Moure hadn't gone to any such events prior to enrolling in Amity. Thus, he was faced with the dilemma of how to ask the ghoul of his dreams out.
And just to add to the pressure, if she said yes it would be their first offical date.
These were all the thoughts and concerns drifting through Moure's head when he found himself standing in front of Edel's door. Now that he was actually there though, on the verge of knocking on her door, a wave of anxiety crashed over Moure. What if she said no? That was the worst thing that could happen, right...? He swallowed, steeling himself and then reached out and knocked on her door. He was tempted to say something, perhaps announce himself, but the nervousness creeping through him wouldn't allow it. No, instead he would just stand there and wait for her to come to the door. Hopefully she was actually home.Zyphiris Sorry this is so late. ;;;
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:43 am
Edel too, was quite well aware of the dance that would be happening soon, which left the ghoul rather tense and fluttery at the same time. It was a strange, awkward and most terrible feeling and the ghoul couldn't quite get her head around what to do about it. What if- she began, pacing about her room and then deciding to stifle that thought out, flopping onto her bed lifelessly. No but what if - began that train of thought again as she curled onto her side, if nothing happens? If we are just going to stay the same way ... as friends? She liked him, that much she knew. But she wasn't sure if he felt the same.
Lost in her thoughts, the ghoul almost missed the faint knocking on her door. A quizzical look spread across her face and she sat right up, staring at the door. ...Who could it be? she wondered as she walked across the room to answer. Well at worst, it could just be Danny asking for more fashion tips. Or possibly Roch coming over to ask her to perform a gig for Scarentines. Either way, the ghoul wasn't habouring many expectations when she opened the door.
And when she did open it, the ghoul stood at the doorway, stunned. No no no, she shouldn't be letting her thoughts run wild. Well? Say something! her mind screamed.
And a “Hello Moure,” was all she managed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 4:16 pm
What if she's not home? Moure's thoughts were growing more flustered by the moment, and if he had a pulse it surely would have been racing by now. Maybe he just needed to knock again? Maybe she was actually out at one of those open classes right now? What if he was just standing by her door like some love-stuck fool? No, no focus Moure, you can do this. Despite his mental pep-talk to himself, the patchwork was still nervous. So very nervous.
And then the door opened, revealing a rather flustered looking Moure to a rather stunned looking Edel. Apparently she hadn't expected his arrival at her doorstep. (Moure couldn't blame her, he wouldn't have expected his coming either.) Her short answer didn't do much to bolster his confidence. What if she didn't think of him how he thought of her? What if the frost demon thought they should just be friends. A second or two after her greeting, Moure managed a nervous half-smile. "Hello Edel. Glad to see you're home." What was that supposed to be Moure? What kind of suave conversation starter was that supposed to be? Glad to see you're home? This was already starting out like a train wreck on the patchwork's end. He just knew it.
The Runner swallowed, and then tipped his head slightly in the direction of the dorm's exit. He was so nervous, why was he so nervous? Trying to shake off the frazzled feeling in his brain, Moure spoke again. "So, um, I wanted to ask if you'd like to take a walk with me?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:26 pm
The moment of awkward silence was spent blinking at the patchwork, waiting for him to say something. And when he did, Edel chirped out a “Sure!”, opened the door to step outside, shut the door behind her and locked it with the key. Her eyes darted down the hallway and back to Moure. Finally, she asked, “Where to?”
Way to make things difficult for him Edel.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:59 pm
Much to Moure's relief, Edel seemed eager to take up his proposal to take a walk. He stepped back so she could come out and then waited for her to lock up her room. At her question, he blinked, his mind going blank for a second before digging back up the answer. "I just thought we could , you know, take a stroll, if you liked? There's a nice path down by the tree line, and it's got benches down it, in case we wanted to sit and talk." The nerves were still coursing through him, his stomach in knots in fear that Edel would turn him down when he eventually got around to asking his question.
In any case, he gave a cheerful nod and pointed down the hallway toward the dorm's exit. As soon as Edel started down the hallway, he would as well.
The path he had in mind was a nice, not-too-well-known trail, just frequented enough to need a bench in the middle, but not enough that you'd be bumping into people while walking it. It seemed like an ideal, perhaps romantic(?), place to ask Edel to go with him to the Scaretine's Dance. Zyphiris HE CAN DO THIS, I HOPE. l"D;
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:32 am
More blinking, blank stares and smiles. “No no no, strolling is okay, I could use a walk...” Edel mentally face-palmed at how terrible she was as reassuring him that she was fine with this arrangement. The ghoul had also resorted to fiddling with her hands due to the lack of things so say.
And so they walked. And walked. And walked.
Quietly next to each other, just enjoying the company. Or flipping out inside because of it. They were quite the same thing.
“It's a pretty nice path,” she commented finally, breaking the silence, “nice and quiet I guess?” Moure got the briefest of glimpses before the ghoul turned away to look at the trees again.
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