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BLIND DATES GROUP 2

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]

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Oh. He didn't know what to think. She was just standing there- it was so nerve-wracking, as if it wasn't already before.

He jumped from his seat, offering a smile and a hand. "H-hello!" Canas greeted. ~~"I didn't expect anyone to be prettier than my books"~~ "I don't recall meeting before. I'm Canas..."

The blonde didn't even seem to see his hand and duly noted the name. "Samus."

She did not offer a smile or a hand but she did attempt to offer a look of sympathy. Which meant her expression had probably changed very little. He looked so nervous.

"I'm not going to bite." She decided to sit down, for however brief she expected this meeting was going to be. "I hope it's no disappointment to inform you that I don't plan on staying here very long. Nothing personal."

Oh. Canas' hand stealthily slid to his side. He felt embarrassed now, if he wasn't already feeling that way moments ago.

"Oh, that's perfectly..." he began to say, but before he finished, something devastating happened. While trying to take a seat (in order to calm his nerves), the shaman managed to do the unthinkable.

He placed his hand on the armrest of the chair and, while sitting, he rocked it, loosing his balance. Him and the chair both toppled to the floor, but not before Canas let out a yelp.

This was the worst. How did he even manage to do that...? SMOOTH.

Oh, that's perfectly... smooth. Samus winced as he went down, not at all sure how he managed to pull that off. Maybe the chair leg broke or something? Nervous and apparently clumsy too, jeeze.

Either way, she found herself out of her chair not a split second later after he yelped, crouching down and helping him back up. "You alright?" There was an almost abnormal strength she had for someone her size.

On his way down, Canas had tried to break the fall with his arm, but that didn't go so well. Instead, he felt a sharp tinge of pain shoot up and down. That aside, he couldn't help but notice the ease in her strength. Was that... normal? She looked so slender. He couldn't imagine anyone being so strong without being muscular, like Bartre, or...

"W-wow, you're strong," he slipped. He hadn't noticed what he said until a few moments afterward, so he added a sheepish smile. "Ah, I'm alright, I mean. Just a little slip, is all...!"

"Not the first time I've heard that." She quietly said, brushing off the compliment. Once he was back on his feet and in fact alright, she righted his chair as well and drifted back to her own.

"You don't need any help reading the menu or anything, right?" She said it without any sarcasm but her tone of voice was very dry, making it difficult to tell if she was being serious or not.

At first, once he sat down, his eyes widened in confusion. What did she mean by that? Of course, he quickly gathered that it was a joke - sort of surprising, since Canas had already assumed that this woman wasn't the joking type - so he laughed, directing his attention down to the menu and adjusting his monocle.

"Oh, no, but thank you for the offer," he replied, a smile continuing to grace his features. Suddenly, he second-guessed himself: was that really a joke? He focused harder on the selections given, trying to wipe the thought from his mind.

Cute. Samus glanced at the menu and immediately flipped it to the back, looking a the drink selection. She saw a lot of sake and no vodka. A shame. She put the menu down since she didn't plan on staying much longer.

This however, was just an indication for the waiter to come by and assume they were ready to order. Or at least ask for drinks first.

The blonde kind of just stared at the waiter and replied with a flat, "Just water."

This broke Canas' concentration, so once Samus ordered, he stumbled over his thoughts. "A-uh, the same," he told the waiter, and with that, he was off.

That's right, he remembered. He was going to tell his date that he had a wife, and he wasn't supposed to be part of this. He gulped, and looked at Samus. Sure, she was sort of small, but she gave off an intimidating vibe. He smiled.

"So, you said you were leaving soon," he mentioned, folding his hands together. "Right?"

Samus nodded, taking no offense. "I didn't sign up for this willingly."

It was still considerably awkward for her to admit that she had a significant other. A bounty hunter's life meant sacrificing any kind of personal life, especially significant others in the face of enemies who would love to exploit that, or the pain that comes with literal sacrifices on missions. Samus knew that incredibly well.

She shifted in her seat. "Even if I wasn't taken already I don't think I'd sign up for this willingly. Did you?"

The shaman shook his head. "No, I didn't. I'm married, you see..." he trailed off from there, feeling not quite as bad about mentioning his own relationship status. "Maybe I would have participated if I weren't, but most likely not."

With as choosy of a mother as his, he wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to walk out of this with a date, had he been looking. They probably wouldn't meet up to the magical standards of his parent.

Samus was a very unmagical person.

"Ah." So this was officially no longer an awkward and unwilling blind date and more of an unwilling dinner meeting. That probably explained why he was so nervous.

"How long?"

He tapped his chin. "Let's see... my Son just turned two," Canas began, counting in his head. He seriously didn't remember.

Finally, he figured it out, and his index finger pointed to the air in realization. "Ah! About four," he recalled, nodding.

A son! "I didn't know you had a son." Admittedly she didn't know much about the shaman. Samus had not seen any two year olds running around on campus [much less with lavender hair like his], so she imagined the kid was ~~an npc~~ kept with the wife. Four years seemed like such a long time...

Marriage was admittedly a mysterious subject and much like dating Samus mostly admonished the idea. Although, the idea quickly became an unrelenting one and as if to try and physically drown it, she was quick to down half her glass of water the moment they arrived.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked with a terribly noticeable Asian accent.

Canas was ready to affirm this (sometimes people just don't believe him, and he couldn't understand why!) until the waiter came around.

For a moment, the druid stared at the man with his mouth open, but then he turned to Samus. "Are you..." he asked, even though there was no. definable question. there.

She got you loud and clear, Canas. Samus was well-versed in the language of trailing-offese and ellipses...ese. They barely talked but what little they did was... nice. He seemed nice.

"Ah... yeah, I should." She stood and pushed her chair in. The waiter looked a complete mixture of confused, upset and disappointed.

Canas looked at the waiter and then back at Samus. Quietly apologizing to the man (and paying him more than even an average tip is supposed to be, even though it was completely unnecessary to do so), he followed Samus out of the restaurants, skittering so he was but a few steps behind. If one didn't know better, like the waiter, they might have thought that this was a date gone wrong.

Oh, the shaman was only following her out because he wasn't planning to stay, either, of course! Canas didn't want to be in the restaurant alone like that, so he was just ready to leave...

Samus had made it halfway out the restaurant before she noticed the lavender-haired man tailing her. Surely he was leaving just like her... right? Leaving behind food he could and should rightfully enjoy because he did not look like he would enjoy the bar and or bars she planned on going to. Probably?

She wasn't sure.

So she asked once she made it to the door. "Are you following me?"

He blinked, eyes wide. "Oh, no, I was... I was just leaving, myself." Canas didn't know if his answer held water or not, but that was what he was doing. For sure. Yep. Or, at least, he thought.

~~And then Samus dragged him along for drinking and got him super drunk and left him alone in the bar with no money I mean wait no~~

"Ah." That answer seemed suitable enough to her, though she cast him a lingering stare, knowing parting words should probably be said to solidify that answer. Whether he followed or not, was not going to stop her from getting some drinks.

Samus gave him a nod and a ghost of a smile. "Take care, Canas." This evening could have easily been horrible ~~Samus could have been Raiden~~ but Canas' company wasn't so bad.

"See you," he said, waving goodbye.

Somehow, his response left him feeling awkward. See you? What kind of response was that? Would he? Of course, he reasoned: he'd see her at school sometime. There was no reason to keep feeling awkward just because it was supposed to be a date that wasn't a date.

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BLIND DATES GROUP 2

GASP

CANAMAUS I could do this all day

they will have children and they will all be named canamus and sanas and etc.

They sound like drug names. Or band names. Poor things.

"I guess we weren't meant to be..."

"A terrible shame."

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