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It had been a while since he'd all but completely betrayed the order of the knights. Since he'd taken a being of chaos, a negaverse captain, to his wonder, risking corruption or death. Since he'd kissed her and wondered if maybe, he should have done so.

But his couldn't stop thinking about how much he liked her. He knew practically nothing about the woman, and he was sure she knew so little of him yet- he wanted to kiss her again. Maybe give her flowers? Spend time with her? Did she like flowers even?

He had no idea.

Still, he had six red roses in hand and was sitting on the curb outside of a closed bread shop. He didn't know how to find her, much less ask-
"Hi Stellerite, do you maybe want to go to my wonder again?" He asked the empty air.
"No, that sound so stupid. Stupid-" he hit the side of his head in frustration, "-stupid, stupid! She probably thinks you're dumb anyway..."

The yelp he gave was entirely undignified and embarrassing. But more so when he realized she might have heard him and also had found him, flowers in hand like a grade A dweeb.
"S-s-Stella!" He spun, cheeks red and heart thundering in his ears. "i- Um That is. I well." Flowers shoved in front of him, at her he stood very still, looking slightly lost and utterly terrified.

He had no idea what to say anymore.

Paris swayed side to side, trying to remain balanced and upright as his mind raced to try and think of things to say. Unfortunately, his brain thought the best thing to say was a mash of word vomit.

"Hi, how are you? I mean, uh- No they're- I- Yes! Your's!" He stammered and took a step back a bit uncertain how he was to explain how he'd been walking with the flowers for a while.
"They're.. for you."

Swallowing, he knew Stella liked contact so, stepping forward again he tried to resist the urge to back away once more.
"I- oh." She also apparently had wanted to see him too.
"oh."

Shuffling back and forth on his feet, Paris had read about dates n books. Being on a date was an entirely different matter. Especially as, he hadn't technically asked Stella out on a date. He'd just stumbled on her and was being... friendly.
But wow, she was cute and pretty and oh no.
Her touch sent a shiver up his spine made of pure nervousness. Touching was so brazen and almost intimate.

The mental thought of her closeness and the touch made red bloom all over his skin and he stumbled back, sputtering to find the words. He didn't want to think of her like that! She was so nice she certainly was better than such images of her. Kissing him. Holding him. A choked sound did leave him as she asked for the kiss.

He had thought he'd just get to hold her hand maybe, not actually kiss her again!
"I- I- auh, uh-" He got back into her reach, reaching out to put his hand on her waist.
He was touching her waist. Not her hand her body near her hip and chest and close and-

He pecked her quickly on the cheek, too scared to speak.

His hand kept lingering on her side.

Paris sputtered again. He'd thought of things he wanted to do and what he wanted to say but his mind was failing him. Surely, this was his punishment. To become a wreck when it came to trying to impress Stella. Or any female for that matter.

Her close proximity had his heart thundering like a racehorse, and he was certain he was going to break out into a nervous sweat any second now. Did anti-persperant work when he powered up? He hoped so.
"I-" He looked at the situation, shocked and confounded as to do what next.
"I- I think maybe-"

He Pushed her back so he could look at her face.
"I think we should go on a date!"

His voice went an octave higher as he shook, realizing he should have practiced this asking Stella out thing a bit more.

Paris was left gaping and stammering to form more than single syllables. He never expected this reaction. Her to laugh at him, to scoff, to decline, to do any number of things. But certainly, not to imply that yes, she'd go on a date with him.

Finally, as he looked at her rubbing his hand and managed to quell some of the heated redness in his face he managed to form words once more.
"I- We could now if you want. I just- I didn't think you'd say yes is all." He murmured the last part slightly ashamed. He hadn't planned for her to say yes. Hopefully she didn't want a fancy dinner. He didn't have fancy dinner money, or, any reservations.

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Fortunately for Stella, Paris was an easily kept man in terms of loyalty and blind optimistic ignorance. A smile settled over him as she affired that yes, she rather would like to go on a date with him, (sending a number of well feeling butterflies into his stomach).
"I guess I just- I'm not you know." He held out his arm, "very strong." He was hardly a fighter, and he knew it. Yet- she still liked him. She didn't seem to mind his lack of muscle or power.
"I mean, you just- I figure you'd rather have someone I dunno.. more manly?" It sounded stupid when he said it out loud.

But- she wanted to go and cuddle. With him. Get something to drink and just spend time with him.
"But-" He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips, a soft gentleman's kiss. "i really am glad you like me. Um..." He thought about the suggestion.
"I know a place not too far? They have really nice vanilla scones and tarts. And... the lattes are really good too!" He grinned. Maybe this coffee and cuddle thing would be a good date after all.

Stella clearly had no idea how much Paris preened under her assurances. And compliments- She thought him charming! And he wasn't bad with the location choice and flowers and oh wow this was going a LOT better than he expected.

Arm in arm, he beamed at her, feeling that maybe, things might work out nice for a change.