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Reed still wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten himself talked into this—-
Then Remembered the soft yet determined look on Amora’s face, the events laid out in fine print, in broad strokes in a pamphlet. The way at least a few of the events detailed there-in had caught his eye. He didn’t want to deny her or to deny himself, a little well earned fun. Didn’t know how to tell her that he hadn’t been on a date since—-

Gods—-

Was it high school? Was it the last destiny city gala nearly a decade ago? Had he been eighteen? Nineteen? He couldn’t quite remember anything other than vague feelings of trying and failing at being suave, nailing awkward, admiring the scenery around him far more than the people themselves.

Realized he wouldn’t have that issue tonight, here, with her. How easy she was to spot in the crowd, how well they’d compliment each other with him in dark, earthen loafers and a a dark purple suit trimmed in silvers. The typical kerchief the piece had come with had been replaced with one that bore lavender print. It smelled like lavender, too! He’d kept it in a little box for just such a rare occasion. Had a box full of small compartments, made of teakwood and elm, tucked away in the bottom of his closet. A secretive container that held just one more of his many branching hobbies; kerchiefs. Ones with pine needles, with cactus thorns, with lime scents. All of them dabbed with different oils, all of them with details embroidered by hand — and not always steady care or precision — because he’d been learning to do it all on his own. Had experimented with various threads, spun hemp, milkweed, garden vines and pure cotton—

Wanted for just one more thing that reeked of nature in his life. For the once in a blue moon rare occasion such as this— A ‘not date’ for ‘galentines’, to name something so lovey-dovey after a massacre, a pissy saint, an ancient Lupercalian festival. To turn it all into a hallmark day of a cash grab for companies seeking to exploit either the lonely or in-love.
Ah, yes, well, all that aside?

It made him feel like Gal’entine's day or Pal’entines day, were at least closer to his own momentary goals. Those goals being to take Amora out and show her a relatively good time. To enjoy that time himself. With her. As friends. Looking at plants!! So many plants—

And while the Crystals were the draw, Amora was the center of the room. He approached her with a smile that bordered on sheepish at being fashionably late, and gave up the outermost layer of his suit-jacket at the behest of some coat-nabbing attendee. Apparently it’d be warm in the place, between the bodies present and the ideal humidity for the flowers that were not of the crystal variety.

“Have I ever told you how good you look in greens? It’s as much your color as white—“ that felt like the most apropos thing to say, felt like honesty. Bald faced and open as a fresh bloom. It was the truth, after all. He’d always admired her colors before. How well she wore them, guised, glamored and even when not? She still looked lovely in them. “And would you look at that, we compliment each other. I think, tonight? We’re going to have a great deal of fun—“ and he produced a token of gratitude, a small thanks for the invite — a small, filigree edelweiss in a velvety box. “It felt—right? I mean, obviously it’d suit you. They had quite a few crystal brooch flowers and other trinkets in the gift shop, and, well? I wouldn’t want to be a poor date. Even if it’s just for fun.” his tones secretive, growing ever softer amidst the din as he trailed off and offered the pin up properly.