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 Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 6:40 pm
"You did what?"
"A date! You will be a gentleboil, of course, Angeline is my very, very good friend!"
"But--I didn't--"
"You will meet her at seven, at her room! And even if she is blind, you will still dress nicely!"And that's how it had started, Roch thought as he looked down at the black rose he'd stolen earlier that day. He was even dressed in his best vest and had hosed down his combat boots. What. The. Hell. How had he gotten railroaded into a date when he definitely wasn't over his last ghoulfriend? Well... sure, he was closer to over it, he'd just spent a few weeks on the road, goofing off with family, listening to some of the best music in all of Halloween--well, it did sort of dull the pain, but-- He didn't even remember who Angeline was. He vaguely recalled meeting her, maybe, he thought as he stopped in front of the room Terra had told him, checked to make sure his fly was zipped, breathed into his hand, and knocked on the door. Man the lengths he would go for his little sister-__-
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 6:59 pm
What do you mean what do you wear?
"I mean I don't know what to wear. I can't coordinate an outfit on my own! For the love of Jack - pardon my tongue - I NEED HELP."
Had Chroniko Nielson not been dressing her daughter by hanger shapes and textures for over 10 years, she wouldn't have been informed enough to help her teenaged child actually try to dress up because date what?
No really, Chroniko still had questions about that.
So did Angeline. She wasn't sure exactly what it was she had been signed up for. Was this a casual affair? She hoped so, as that was how it seemed her mother was dressing her over the panicked phone-line.
"Yes, the zippers are in the front...." Ziiiippp!
"Yep, think they're on the right feet." Her ability to tie laces would perhaps be comical later, though.
"It feels okay." She'd tied her massive amounts of curly-mind-of-it's-own hair back with a read scarf and a gold headband. Still, she kept feeling everything she was wearing and fretting.
You'll be fine, honey. her mother insisted. If anything goes wrong, Dad says he taught you how to kick a boy's bottom for being improper.
Angeline tried to not laugh at her mother using the word 'bottom'. "Okay..well.."
Then a knock at the door and Angeline made perhaps the most high pitched noise her mother had ever heard. Had her child just become part bat? If Angeline learned Echolocation, that would have been fantastic, actually.
But she hadn't.
"GOTTAGOBYE." Click.
Where Roch's breath had been mental, Angeline's could be heard on the other side of the door before she carefully felt for the doorknob and pulled it open.
"Hello?"
She really hoped there was someone standing there that was going to answer her while she looked fidgetty and nervous.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:09 pm
"Hey," Roch said, looking at her curiously. "I'm Roch--Terra's brother. Um--sorry about this, seriously, I mean, she's got it in her head that I should get back t'datin'--" Then he gave up on explaining since it was too confusing even to him. "She's kinda bossy," he summed it up.
"But hey, no foul, no harm, I ah--brought you a flower," he said, flushing slightly as he held out the rose. "I cut off the thorns, so don't worry bout it. Some of my favorite ghouls can't see except for ink, so--" he shrugged, holding the rose close enough she could smell it. "Unless y'don't like flowers--"
He made a habit of robbing the guy in town of his prize winning roses once a week or so. The jerk deserved it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:19 pm
"I....well..um..." she fidgetted, fussing at the zipper of her jacket - up and down, up and down. Zip, unzip, the sound really what she was going for more than the motion. "I don't know what I think, to be honest." Angeline admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But it's nice...to go out somewhere I guess?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
"Oh, it's a rose then?" she wasn't asking, more than confirming for herself, cautiously leaning forward to give the held out flower a curious sniff. "Smells nice. A little underwatered, but I'm sure that's not your fault." Angeline smiled again, still nervously fidgetting at her jacket.
"I like anything that smells, sounds, or feels good to the touch." she rubbed her fingers together for emphasis. "So something that smells nice was a safe move, no worries."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:27 pm
"We could put it in water!" he said with a grin. "If y'got a cup or somethin' for it?" he asked. "Then I figured we'd go into town--there's a blues singer workin' this little joint on the corner, they got great food."
A little pang hit his heart as he thought about going on a date with someone other than Amphi--but, seriously, he scolded himself, this wasn't cheating. Couldn't cheat when you'd already been dumped.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:32 pm
There was a long stare on Angeline's part before she quietly answered with a 'No.' "The only thing I have is the bottle I use to water myself." she began fidgeting again. "I try to not keep too many things - it's hard to keep track of stuff."
Still, the battle plan sounded rather nice to her outside of the whole 'I don't have anything to put water in that doesn't go into me qqq' part of it.
"Music's nice. I think that sounds like a great idea - music and food! Two things I do enjoy." she laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:35 pm
"Then we'll uh..." Roch said, digging through his pockets. Coins jingled, metal rattled, a chain chimed, "Ah, this'd work," he said, pulling out a small bottle of bubbles. "Most of the bubble stuff is gone--y'mind if I use your sink?" he asked. "I gotta rinse it out and fill it."
Yes, he kept bubbles in his jean pockets. He also had a slinky, a yoyo and several other childish things, including several suckers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:42 pm
She had no idea what he was holding.
"Go..ahead? It's uh... somewhere.." she looked into her room, motioning with her hand vaguely towards the other end of the dorm, "in that direction. Away from the table I keep banging my shins on." It was a very clean table. Her whole room was impeccable, actually. Probably safer that way.
After a moment, Angeline suddenly piped up: "Do you have black holes for pockets, that sounded like a lot of stuff."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:47 pm
"I got MASSIVE pockets," he told her, straight faced. "Like, most of my pants is pocket. That way I never run out of stuff to do durin' classes. Although I almost lost my slinky on the escalator the other day," he added as he headed for the sink. "Alright, just gotta pour this out--"
It was more full than he'd thought, he realized as the bottle glug-glug-glugged its way to empty in her sink. He turned on the faucet, blinking as the water turned into massive bubbles--"Er, whoops--" he said as the sink filled with huge soapy bubbles.
One covered the entire sink, gleaming prettily before popping and splashing him in the face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:49 pm
"......whoops?" concerned was obvious in her tone as Angeline cautiously shuffled around the shin-murder table to listen in on what was happening at the sink.
"What's happening?" You're not breaking my room, right??
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:52 pm
"Er, just some bubbles," Roch said, turning off the sink and popping them. "I just gotta ah... clean it up real quick, won't take too long," he promised, looking for a towel of some sorts. The counter gleamed with soapy water and there was a little puddle on the floor, as well. "You got a towel?" he asked.
He was making such a mess of this, he thought with reluctant amusement.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:04 pm
A new look of distress came over Angeline's face. "If it's not folded over the side of the tub...I don't know where it is." she confessed - and it was likely that 'I don't know' that made her so concerned.
Fortunately, her neat habits did leave the towel exactly where she said it would be so she wouldn't have to worry about it.
"And I guess you just cleaned my sink for me." she tried to sound more relaxed, but she was still fretting about that damn towel. Because she couldn't just look for it if it was lost okay?
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:08 pm
"Oh, right! Yeah, it's there, I was just distracted by the ah... bubble." So lame, he thought as he grabbed the towel and started wiping up the mess. "I'll just ah, put it in the sink, okay? It's pretty soaked."
Then he rinsed the bubble bottle out--a glowing atrocity of green with stupid pictures on the wrapper, but he didn't even think of that as he filled it and put the rose in it. "I'll just put it next to the sink, on the left side, alright?" he said, putting it down and turning to her.
Yeah, he was completely on top of this. SO on top of this.
He failed so hard.
"Y'ready?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:12 pm
"Okay..I'll..try to remember that." she nodded and muttered to herself several times, quickly trying to shove that new tidbit of her mental map into her head for long-term storage.
She'd have to see if that would work, though.
Still, a few deep breaths and her slight panic attack seemed to have been wrangled in properly. "I hope so! Because I have no idea what else there is to prepare for at this point."
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