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Post by Lea on Oct 24, 2011 19:59:35 GMT -5
If he'd been eating or drinking, he'd've choked. He totally did not expect that response. Luckily, she continued without him saying anything.
"Wh-whatever you want to do," he stammered, before resisting the urge to slam his head on the bar.
He obviously needed to ask girls out more often; he was getting rusty.
Although she was pretty stunning, he admitted to himself, allowing a small smirk.
"Whichever you want to do," he repeated, calming his voice.
One step at a time, Lea, he thought to himself.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 24, 2011 20:28:46 GMT -5
"Oh.. Um, okay then. I'll just... Hang in that corner. I have to work on a work thingy anyways." I nodded and stood up. Awkward.
I sat down in the booth and pulled out a journal of mine and started to write. Whatever came to mind wound up on the paper. By the time I was done, it looked like a giant random mess of words, jumping from one thought to another. Finally I closed it and put my head on top of it. What a pain this ordeal is. I thought someone asking you out was suppose to be happy, not mind boggling and confusing.
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Post by Lea on Oct 25, 2011 11:51:14 GMT -5
He watched her from his post for a moment, before going back to his back-room, behind-the-scenes duties, a situation which suited his current impulses.
He closed the door, leaped into the air, and screamed, "YES!" at the top of his lungs, grateful for the soundproofing Tifa had installed in the back of her establishment.
Of course, the cooks in Veil's small kitchen could still hear him, but he didn't honestly care.
"YesyesYES! She said yes!" he said gleefully. "Ego? Hah! Yep! You're impressed~! Admit it!" he said to no one in particular as he put things away, before returning to his previous, much more suave, demeanor and exiting the back areas to his duty at the counter.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 25, 2011 13:32:56 GMT -5
After half an hour had passed, I finally got my courage up and started to get ready to go. Put away my books, check. Made sure I didn't look like a terrible mess, check. Done freaking out... Um, not quite but I can work on that. I got up and walked slowly to the counter and waited for Lea to show up.
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Post by Lea on Oct 25, 2011 17:21:42 GMT -5
((Actually, he said half an hour.))
He was sitting at the counter, not behind it this time, having already gotten rid of the over-vest that went with his uniform. It was probably tucked in the backpack that sat near his chair, and he grinned at Aya.
"Hey there; you ready to go?"
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 25, 2011 18:20:11 GMT -5
(Ok, fixed. Sorry >_<)
I adjusted the strap of my backpack nervously and nodded. "I suppose I'm ready." Looking not freaked out was difficult. "So Lea, where are we going?" I watched him trying to figure out if he was still as nervous as I was. I knew he was earlier by how often he fell but from what I could tell, he seemed calm and reserved now.
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Post by Lea on Oct 25, 2011 20:19:42 GMT -5
"First rule of dating is that the girl always picks where to go," he said, grinning. After all, that was his rule, right? He totally did -not- ask her out without thinking of a place to go first on accident. No, he was too suave and cool, right?
Mr. Suave and Cool then knocked over the barstool while standing up because he tripped over the backpack he'd just set down.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 25, 2011 23:28:08 GMT -5
Alright good, I wasn't the only nervous one, either that or he lied and was extremely accident prone. Either way I still had to think of somewhere to go. I walked toward the door thinking. "Making me do all the work hm?" Eventually a thought dawned on me. "How about this? We'll walk down main street until somewhere catches my eye?"
I was debating on dragging him to a movie he wouldn't like or somewhere awkward for him as a sweet bit of revenge for making me pick but I decided against it. Might as well be normal for once in my life.
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Post by Lea on Oct 27, 2011 19:33:58 GMT -5
He chuckled. Honestly, that had been his idea, but he'd been worried it would be lame.
Since when had he cared, anyway?
"Sure! Sounds great to me. A nice, romantic stroll down the boulevard...." He waved his hand in front of him as if to paint a panoramic vista in front of them. "I can see it now.... you, and me... and the sounds of city life just washing off the shield of our togetherness....!"
....ouch. That one sucked. Just... play it cool. Play it cool.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 28, 2011 0:17:28 GMT -5
'Shield of our togetherness'? Really? "Not exactly an English major, are you?" I couldn't help but smile a bit though. "Or is it a rare off day?" I was doing a pretty good job of making myself not out to be an idiot, well that what I thought until I realized I haven't been able to keep my hands still since I walked up to him. I hope he didn't notice. I put them away in my jacked pocket as quickly and casually as possible.
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Post by Lea on Oct 28, 2011 14:56:47 GMT -5
He laughed. "Actually, you're right. I'm a history major; English has never really been my strong suit."
Well, actually, it was; he always got good grades on essays and stuff, but he wasn't about to tell her that. Not with how lame his last attempt at verbal romance was. He shoved one hand into the pocket of his slacks, the other shrugging the backpack onto his shoulder. Somehow, he'd managed to get back a measure of his usual grace.
"So, shall we go?" he asked, smirking in her direction.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 29, 2011 12:56:28 GMT -5
"I suppose" I opened the door and the night seemed oddly more welcoming then the chaos that was Veil. I found my hands being restless again and playing with the stuff in my pockets, keys, a candy, etc. Luckily for me this was far less noticeable.
"So Lea, tell me about yourself." It was normal for people to say that sort of thing right?
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Post by Lea on Oct 30, 2011 22:03:19 GMT -5
"About myself?" He thought for a moment. "Well... for starters, I'm a terribly good-looking young Halfer, cursed with a jackass for a dad and a tragic past. I'd totally make a good comic book hero, no?" he joked, half-posing as he walked. "Other than that... hmmm. I generally keep to myself, honestly. Oh, and like I said... my desired major's in history. A lotta people find that surprising."
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 30, 2011 23:58:50 GMT -5
When he pulled the half pose, it took a lot to not laugh a bit. "Just don't say any overly corny lines and we're good, got it?" I continued to listen as he finished and thought for a minute. He was right about the history major bit surprising, I pegged him more as one of those people that don't really care about school and all that. Strange that he found such a complex topic interesting.
"Let's see... I was home schooled, only learned what my Dad wanted me to learn though so I'm pretty sure I don't know as much as I should... Didn't get along with him but my Mom and my sister were alright. I'm not exactly into long walks on beaches so no ideas. The rest is... Well, I don't exactly feel like bringing it up." Mainly because there was nothing left to tell. That is unless I want to get into information better left unknown.
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Post by Lea on Oct 31, 2011 5:26:06 GMT -5
He nodded. "We've all got our secrets," he admitted, absently reaching up to rubthe nape of his neck with one hand. For Lea, some of the scars were visible things that he hid from the world.
Some of them were far less visible, and much more hidden.
The silence lingered.
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