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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:00 pm
Despite the injuries he had received thanks to that encounter with a particular youma, a certain Page had been able to follow through with all of his planning. His injuries were merely uncomfortable, and something that his date would not notice. He had bruises running down his body from his chest level, down to even his legs. It did make movements of his torso quite difficult, since that area was the most tender, but he imagined that she wasn't going to insist upon a marathon or anything for their dately activities.
At the scheduled time of 5 pm on that Friday, the Page of Neptune arrived promptly, holding a single yellow rose at hand. He was rather familiar with the messages that particular color roses gave about romantic interest, and he had every plan to make it evident he was maybe looking for friendship at most. Maybe.
If anything, he could claim it was because he wanted the flower to match Miss Roxanne's eye color. That was just a happy little coincidence if anything.
As he slowed to a stop near the entrance of the cafe, he did manage to notice a familiar girl walking towards said entrance.
Oh good, she is on time!
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:49 pm
On time, and actually a little nervous. Roxy did her best to not let it show but her emotions were having a party on in her head and stomach over this whole thing. After returning home from the whole ordeal - her lunch had been comped - it finally dawned on her what was going to happen on Friday. And with who. It wasn't like Roxy was foreign to boys and dates. But... he was what, not a super hero... didn't seem like a terrorist but he was almost like them.
She didn't like them. Right? The blonde fretted the whole rest of the week, wondering how she was going to act around Nysa now that the roof conversation was finally less clouded with the heat of the moment type stuff.
Nysa had been really sweet though, so kind and had saved her from certain doom from the monster. That had to count for something towards his character. So, that's how she settled it and figured out her course of action with him when she met him at 5pm on Friday. The Page of Neptune was innocent until proven guilty.
Roxy smiled when she saw the familiar outfit, still so dashing and so well tailored on the teal haired boy. The blonde had dressed herself up for the occasion, but had kept it as casual as she could as to not make this into something more than it was. Yeah, it was a date surely but not that kind of date, it wasn't a fancy restaurant type date from the looks of it. She had on skinny jeans with dark grey suede slouch boots over them, a simply top cream colored top with lace trim and a short puffed sleeve cardigan with a flower accent.
"Hello Nysa," she greeted sweetly, closing the distance between them.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 9:59 am
Cordially, the lad replied "It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Roxanne." He extended his free hand to her, and once she placed hers within his, he leaned in and gave it that gentle peck of a kiss upon it before releasing it back to the wild. As he straightened up, he then offered the single long stem yellow rose.
"This is for you, Miss Roxanne. It should be fine for our little outing, but once you get home, I suspect it will need a container of fresh water and a slight trim at the base."
He glanced to the cafe briefly before turning his attention back to the girl. "I will be quite up front. I do have a curfew this evening, so whatever you want to order from this establishment, please do so quickly and order it to go. There is something I want to show you, Miss Roxanne."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:48 pm
Even though she had suspected in the least that he would once again kiss his hand, Roxy still couldn't help but blush from the action. Really, who did this anymore? With a yellow rose to boot.
"Aa!" She smiled, taking it gently in her hands, cupping the bloom of the petals in one hand to keep i steady. "My favorite color, thank you good sir." The blonde had half a mind to curtsy in front of the knight but managed to refrain herself, the idea just seemed silly - though, given the situation, how much more so?
When he mentioned his curfew, Roxy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the idea. She hadn't had one in ... well, ever, and she had to wonder how old this gentleman was if he had one. Had to be around her age, from the looks of him, even though there seemed to be something off whenever she tried to get a really close look at his face. "Alright, I can deal with that," she shrugged it off, "I'll try my best though I can't guarantee the speed of the guys in there."
"Do you have any requests for what you'd like? Remember, I'm buying," she went on, raising a free finger to point at the page. Oh, he was probably going to be the sort who refused these sorts of gestures, given how he acted otherwise. But she was going to stand firm on this.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 10:21 am
Nysa had done his homework. before the date. He had met many young ladies in his lifetime, each having a different charm. He had time to observe their many quirks as well. One thing he had learned in his eighteen years was that when a young lady insisted upon paying for a meal, she usually meant it. He had found that if he humored the young lady, it was far easier to work with her rather than to politely decline her offer. So prior to this date, he had managed to take a look over the menu for this cafe.
"Unless the employees at this location take several hours to prepare a small amount of food, I do not believe it will be too much of an issue." He smiled, tilting his head slightly at the accusatory finger pointing in his direction. "I do believe, Miss Roxanne, that I would like to request the Garden Salad, substituting the roll that comes on the side with apple slices. Vinaigrette for the dressing." It was the cheapest of the salads on the menu, since it lacked in meat and special preparation items. Just because she was paying for the food items did not mean he had to overindulge like some immature child who was getting things just because he knew someone else was paying.
Before she could address another potential matter, he mentioned "I will not be needing a beverage to accompany my food." Making certain to mind his manners, he tacked on an ever so polite "Thank you very much, Miss Roxanne." She received a nod in her direction as well as a flash of teeth for a moment to show his gratitude with a more genuine seeming smile.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 1:51 pm
Oh good, he wasn't going to go against her on her determination to pay him back. Roxy made a mental note of his order and nodded and turned to enter the establishment but stopped halfway through the door. She gave him a quick look, mildly wondering if he was going to join her in but noticed he seemed to have no intentions to. It didn't really bother her, even with the little time she had been in costuming she knew some individuals were just not comfortable going into public places in 'weird outfits.' Not like just standing around was going to make a difference... but she was decided in letting Nysa do as he pleased.
So, she continued into the cafe, thankful there wasn't much of a line. The blonde placed his order and then her own - half caeser sandwich with a half classic salad and a lemon aid.* A few well rounded minutes and idle chitchat with the cashier later, Roxy had a bag in hand that contained their food with the other balancing her drink and the beautiful rose she had been given.
Roxy smiled as she made her way out and back to her date and stood almost where she had been before when they finally met up. "Alright, you said you had somewhere to show me?" She questioned, her head tilting just a little with curiosity, "is this also where we're going to be eating, Nysa Page of Neptune?"
[*totally not what I got today from Panera.. nope >>]
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:42 pm
His eyes watched as the girl moved into the building, making certain she was not bothered by anybody as she entered. Once he was certain she was okay, he closed his eyes. As he remained standing outside, he briefly tried to see if he was able to sense any sort of youma. Fortunately, it seemed as if the area was completely clear of Chaos at the moment.
"...good..." he uttered before he opened his eyes and went to gazing towards the street side. There was relatively little traffic to the cafe this afternoon, so when he managed to hear the sound of the door opening again, his glance shifted to find the blonde girl returning.
She seemed to be struggling, so rather than wait for her permission, he slid up to her side, easily seeming to take the girl's plastic bag within his own hand. It easily allow for her to balance the beverage of her own as well as his gift to her.
"You are quite a sharp young lady, Miss Roxanne," he stated as he slid the handle of the bag along his arm slightly, mildly freeing up his own hands. "Yes, there is a slight amount of walking, and then we will be able to stop and eat once we arrive." With his hands both free, he extended one to the girl.
"Shall we?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 12:06 am
"Oh, thank you," the bags weren't too annoying to her really but Roxy appreciated the gesture well enough. Really, in the past few weeks she had now had her bags held by several boys, this was catching on to be a nice trend.
Instead of taking his offered hand, however, Roxy took it upon herself to step herself right up to Nysa and loop her free arm right around his, elbow to elbow. This was how she settled they would get to their next location, like they were off to see the Wonderful Wizard of Oz - with less skipping. If he had other intentions, he was going to have to state it.
"Yes, lets ~"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:48 am
For perhaps half a blink, the lad looked as if he was surprised that the girl had managed to take his arm in the manner he was already plan to take hers in. However, before he could close his eyes, he had already dismissed any hints of his surprise from his features. Yes, this was perfect for him to escort her down the sidewalk towards the desired destination.
He nodded his head, and at a casual pace, he began to lead the way while carefully attempting to remain at the girl's side. It was tricky to lead and be at someone's side, but there were ways to pull it off.
And since they were now traveling, they now needed some traveling conversation.
"So, Miss Roxanne, do you frequently visit this cafe? Or are you relatively new to its cuisine?"
Every conversation had to start somewhere, whether it was a humble beginning such as this one, or a more flashy one that had more sparkling questions.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:32 pm
They was no evidence to Roxy that the Page was having a little trouble with leading her and remaining next to her as they made their way down the street. He seemed to be doing just fine and keeping them at an even pace, like a nice peaceful walk through the park or something. Even if it was a downtown street.
"I've only been there a few times," The blonde admitted, "I passed by it enough times on my way from school that I decided to finally stop on by." She went onto explain, adjusting her grip a little bit on his arm to take a sip of her drink. "Nothing special, but rather nice all the same."
"Have you tried it before?" Nysa seemed to know where he was leading her, he must know the area, right?
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:50 am
His legs, essentially being one large bruise, eventually started to throb a bit from the current activities. However, Nysa was quite good at masking his own emotions and feelings from his face merely so he could remain pleasant and proper. A little walking never hurt anyone before, though in all honesty, he was able to think of numerous examples of times when walking did hurt someone.
Being the courteous player of conversation tennis, he easily replied when the conversational ball was in his side of the court. "This will be my first experience with this cafe's food. It is actually a bit out of the way for me, so it would make sense that I normally do not eat here." It was a very vague fib if anything, since as Howl, he had been known to go way further than this to get himself a good cup of tea. It wasn't like the Hillworth institute was the foundation of the high society end of the city.
She mentioned school, and where as many people might have invested in the common place 'which school do you go to' question, Nysa knew that would only lead to trouble. He'd ask that, then the logical question back to him would be to ask which school he went to. So instead, he went a slightly more observational direction with the conversation.
"I must say, I do rather adore your choice in cardigans, Miss Roxanne. What sort of flower is that supposed to be?" It wasn't that he didn't know his flowers, but rather, most clothing companies were not accurate in their portrayal of flowers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 4:59 pm
"Hopefully it's not too out of your way," Roxy smiled oblivious to any sort of pain he was in. The girl could pick out fabric within seconds but was often not very observant with so many things in the world. Or well, he was just that good.
"I'd hate to find that this took you out of... whatever it is you do do.. when you're not.. patrolling the city and rescuing girls from the street." Because she really didn't know what kind of things these guys did on their, perhaps a good word choice was, time off. Did they have times off, she didn't even know if they had secret identities like those vigilantes in comics books and television shows.
But at least he was detouring their conversation from those really awkward questions and to one of her favorite subjects, herself. "Oh, why thank you," she smiled prettily from his compliment. "I think its really just supposed to be a generic flower... maybe a daisy or something, I sadly don't know much about flowers." She admitted.
"Took a class on arranging them once during the summer," she went on, tapping a finger to her chin in thought. "There was some background on the flowers we played around with but it was mostly just to teach us how to make them aesthetically pleasing together."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:53 pm
"You need not worry yourself, Miss Roxanne. If it were too far out of my way, I would not be here, and if this was unable to fit into my schedule, then I would not have set up this rendezvous with you." Worries led to worry-mark wrinkles, and those were absolutely unattractive.
Where as his date seemed oblivious to the symbolism of the flowers, Nysa soon enough piped up with a surprising amount of knowledge on the subject.
"I do believe the daisy is symbolic of innocence and gentleness. I do believe the sunflower would be more suited for you, at least from what I have observed of you thus far." He couldn't help but close his eyes for a brief moment in a content manner. "Quite bright and vibrant, along with the fact the sunflower petals match your eye color."
Miss Roxanne proceeded to explain how she had a little background in flower arrangement, which was only minutely impressive. Taking a class one summer wasn't true dedication to the art of growing flowers. It was only briefly adjusting the corpses of the blossoms so they could liven up a space for a small while. "I am curious, which sorts of flowers they would include in a course such as the one you described. I know some can be quite pricey to purchase."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:18 pm
Roxy unconsciously gave Nysa's arm a little squeeze when she gave him her happy reply, "Well, that's a relief. It would be rather disappointing to have to cancel." This might have been her ideal kind of date, but the Page was really charming, so being able to spend a later afternoon with him was delightful so far. Even if he was... kind of one of them.
The blonde hummed in thought from his assessment of the flower on her cardigan. She would have to take it into consideration to look into sunflowers, they were pretty flowers after all. And well, his description of it comparing it to her didn't hurt either. Roxy smiled at his words.
"Well, being a community college they obviously didn't have it in their budget to get us real flowers," she chuckled. "We mostly worked with fake ones, especially with some being out of season I guess. But our final we were able to use real ones."
Roxy tilted her head a little, blinking her yellow eyes playfully at the boy on her arm, "Dear Nysa, I'm taking it you know a thing about flowers?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:09 am
With his freer of the two hands, he reached up and touched upon his own chest, seeming to puff up in mild pride. "Ah yes, Miss Roxanne, I am guilty as charged." Eventually, the pair had managed to step up in front of the building "stairway" that the lad had planned to use.
He politely slipped his hands out of the girl's locked with his own, silently signaling that they were approximately where they needed to be at that moment. However, he continued with the conversation for a bit before letting her in on the plans.
"It would make sense to use the false flowers first, since real ones can be quite fragile if handled incorrectly. Especially after they have been cut from their actual plant bases. I suppose one can practice color theory, or something of the sort." Nysa was not exactly part of the art world, nor was he a master of the arrangement of flowers. He just enjoyed the gardening aspect of it all, creating beautiful life.
With the girl out of his arms, he carefully slid the bag of food off of his arm and held it out to the girl. "Now, I must ask if you can resume holding onto this, my dear. I do not think I can escort you properly for this part if I am holding onto this as well."
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