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"I already made a fool of myself last night, I figured what was there to lose at this point, right? Ahahaha!"

He cleared his throat again, fidgeting as he tried to shuffle through last nights proceedings. A lot of loud voices and an unfamiliar moon carrying a giggling Candace out the door... "That's right! You're here with your brother aren't you? You've got that to your advantage! Most of us have kinda built our own family here in one way or another." He was babbling and he knew it.

Why should he care who she was carted off by. She was just a friend. Made that clear. He was just in a bad place, had to find his Jerry Center.

His expression turned serious as he stared hard into the girl's face. "Our date." he suddenly blurted, "W-we should probably avoid any drinks, ahahaha."

He flushed, immediately fiddling with his whistle again as he looked down to his boots. "Well, I mean, if you don't want to, I understand, I don't really um. Have a good track record with this sort of thing. I just thought... I dunno. It'd be good. To feel normal. Sorta. So like. A proper date. If you were interested."

He stared at her like a deer in headlights as she touched his hand. Worse that could happen? She could get bored of him and break his heart. She could be traumatized until she became someone else. She could suddenly be transformed into a man, or eaten by giant locusts. There was a lot that could happen.

But he wanted this, he wanted to at least go through the motions of normality, if only to remind himself of the mundane and graspable.

The final teasing made him snort. "Been a while since someone called me that. Ropes, huh?" His eyes darted back to the distant practice dummy...

He stepped back suddenly, spreading his legs to ground himself before the whistle expanded in a flash of green, heavy on his shoulder. He didn't waste time to aim, trying to make it a fluid motion as the weapon burst with sound and light to rip off the dummy's head and shoulder.

He lowered Roar with a frown. He could have done better.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, he suddenly shouted over the ringing in his ears, "NOT BAD?"

Damage: 6

A what Roar's nostrils curled with smoke and eyes flared green as Jerry winced at the mental backlash of indignancy and broke into a fitful laughter to drown it out, "That's... a pretty good description from what I've gathered. He's a howler. Although between you and me," He picked at his ear to try to help settle the ring down, "I don't know how much he really knows about being a howler."

The weapon snarled in his brain, but he was feeling cocky.

"He keeps going on about Alpha Wolves. I think he's barking up the wrong tree a lot of the time, ahahaha."

Jerry couldn't stop the giggles. "I don't think Roar would win any human teenaged hearts, ahaha, I've seen him in a golem-" Suddenly his stomach dropped. "Wait... um." The weapon vanished in a fresh wave of sparkling green light, "H-how... how old are you?"

"Oh- OH! Okay, okay, ahaha no, no I was worried you were going to say like... sixteen or something, ahahaha." The knot relaxed again. "I mean- you've got- er... I mean you're um." Oh hell, the conversation had somehow taken an awkward turn.

"You could pass for 16," He tried as a compliment and oh god that sounded like something his Grandmother would have said. Jerry internally crawled.

"SO UM. RIGHT. Date! Ah... w-woo-whenwouldbeagoodtime?"