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smash_logs2012-10-21 10:42 pm
reservedempath) wrote in smash_logs2012-10-21 10:42 pm
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Who: Warren (Seth) the DickCat, Voile the Gardevoir
When: 10/19 (I think) - 20:00
Where: BE-4
What:It's a date! It's something akin to a date. Kind of. Sort of.
Warnings: Seth gets his own warning.
"Wear something cute."
What curious words. Voile really didn't know what to make of them. She couldn't remember anyone else ever saying anything like that to her. Most people didn't care what she was wearing, and if they did, she'd either met (or exceeded) expectations, or they felt it wasn't worth their time to bring it up. And yet Warren had specifically said precisely that to her. To wear something cute.
What does he think of as cute? She didn't have an answer to that, and still couldn't figure out how to get one as she eyed her closet with interest. In her opinion, many of the human garments she had were... 'cute'. And they were only cute for magazines had said as much and certainly nothing printed could be a lie. ...Right?
She finally settled on something relatively simple. Pastels of blues and purples. Ruffles. Sleeveless for once. And perhaps a little shorter than she was used to. It looked almost more like a summer dress, but the season hadn't grown too cold yet. With that thought in mind, Voile felt like it was acceptable.
At the door to the room he'd directed her, Voile paused. A smaller pot of gracidea flowers in one hand, her other rose to knock on his door.
When: 10/19 (I think) - 20:00
Where: BE-4
What:
Warnings: Seth gets his own warning.
"Wear something cute."
What curious words. Voile really didn't know what to make of them. She couldn't remember anyone else ever saying anything like that to her. Most people didn't care what she was wearing, and if they did, she'd either met (or exceeded) expectations, or they felt it wasn't worth their time to bring it up. And yet Warren had specifically said precisely that to her. To wear something cute.
What does he think of as cute? She didn't have an answer to that, and still couldn't figure out how to get one as she eyed her closet with interest. In her opinion, many of the human garments she had were... 'cute'. And they were only cute for magazines had said as much and certainly nothing printed could be a lie. ...Right?
She finally settled on something relatively simple. Pastels of blues and purples. Ruffles. Sleeveless for once. And perhaps a little shorter than she was used to. It looked almost more like a summer dress, but the season hadn't grown too cold yet. With that thought in mind, Voile felt like it was acceptable.
At the door to the room he'd directed her, Voile paused. A smaller pot of gracidea flowers in one hand, her other rose to knock on his door.
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"This sounds perfect," in a completely non-perfect way, considering perfection didn't exist. "I look forward to it. Should we shake on it, do you think? Or are you so trusting that you'll take me at my word?"
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"To us."
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"To us, Seth."
And she looked more than a little pleased with the very concept.
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