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Who: Ike [

welikeike] and Pit [

raw_angel_power]
What: Ike is a confused newbie at Smash Academy and doesn't understand why he got somebody else's blind date card? HE DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS
Where: I'm gonna plant them in the common room for now. They can go somewhere else later if it happens.
When: 11-28-13, late afternoon

This had to be some mistake. The invitation had his name on it but it just couldn't be his, because he didn't sign up.

Ike had seen all of those fliers posted up around campus advertising some blind date and a free dinner. The free food, he wouldn't mind. But it didn't feel right going for something that he wasn't interested in doing. So he didn't sign up. Imagine his surprise when he got a notification anyway.

Somehow, Ike wondered if he'd find answers by wandering around. Maybe he'd find whoever was responsible for this and tell them he didn't want in on this. Instead he found a familiar face.

"Pit!" he called out, trying to grab his attention.

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Pit whirled around at the voice with his name on it. He broke into a smile when he found the owner and skipped up closer- he really liked it when people actively sought him out. "Hey, Ike! What's up with you?"

Ike walked toward him to meet him half-way with the card in his hand. He held it out for Pit to see, a puzzled expression making its way on his face.

"I got this today. It's for those blind dates all over the walls. I didn't sign up, but I received an invitation with my name on it." He paused, like he was trying to figure out what to do about this. "It's probably just a mistake, so I'm thinking I should figure out who's behind this event to make sure nobody's left disappointed because they picked the wrong person. Have any ideas?"

Pit' expression matched his before it changed to something more exasperatedly knowing. "Not this again! I don't know why that happens, but sometimes people get signed up when they never did it themselves," he explained. "I don't actually know who's behind it this year."

He stared back at Pit. "So... is there nothing I can do? Am I just expected to participate?" he asked.

"If you don't, you'll be ditching your date. They'll be wondering where you are all night."

A part of him was okay with leaving "his date" behind when he thought about it as none of his business. He didn't want it to be his business.

"Then the organizer of this event shouldn't include people who don't want to participate," he replied curtly. "Do they honestly think this will work?" Ike crumpled up his invitation, frustrated at the notion that somebody would include him against his will. He shoved it in a pocket carelessly.

"I... don't know what to tell you," replied Pit at a loss of whatever else could be said. "Sometimes people sign others up as pranks, so the organizers aren't even responsible anyway."

It wasn't like he didn't sympathize with Ike's predicament. He'd hate to be shoved into a blind date without permission, too, even if all the times he'd gone had been willful on his part. "Sorry about this. I'd totally step in for you, but I'm already signed up." He unzipped a pocket of his messenger bag and procured a wrinkled paper folded in half, just to prove his word. "See? Hey, maybe you'll luck out and get me as a date! We'll just make it a free dinner instead! No pressure."

"I'd rather not go through the trouble." Even though it was possible to get somebody as his date and just wave it off as nothing and just go home, that couldn't be guaranteed. If he wanted to run that risk, he would have signed up. It was simple.

But it was also a lot of trouble to get his name removed if the organizers wouldn't claim responsibility. If not them, then who?

"What would I be expected to do if I went?" he asked. It was possible to simply experiment with the idea. He'd hate to leave somebody sitting there all night, it was true.

"Just meet up with them and have dinner!" Of course, it wasn't that simple, but that was the nitty-gritty of it. "You should also make sure to dress nicer than usual. I think as long as you don't look like a slob, it should be fine."

His eyes were compelled toward the torn sleeves and tattered edges of his new friend's cape after saying that, and he couldn't help but draw his eyebrows up disconcerted. "...You're not gonna wear that, are you?"

Ike lifted at his cape and looked at the rest of his outfit. The invitation ordered him to dress very nicely, too. Maybe there was something to that. But as it stood, this was all Ike owned aside from the school uniform.

"These are the only clothes I have with me. I have the school uniform, but I don't think I could bear wearing that much more than I already do. It's stiff and uncomfortable." He paused for a moment. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing, anyway? I don't put on appearances."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it," he replied, looking him up and down. "If you ask me, I kind of like your style. That whole rough-around-the-edges-look-how-many-fights-I've-been-in look, you know? It's cool! But I guess it's just something you do- if everyone else is dressing nice, you're expected to do the same thing. And if your cape is ripped up, everyone's gonna notice."

"Huh," he acknowledged, looking off down the hallway. Somehow, he didn't want to think it applied to him: he didn't sign up willingly, he didn't want to do this, so why should he be held to the same standards? But if he was going to go to relieve his date of night-long anticipation only to be disappointed...

"I'll keep that in mind, but I'm not sure there's much I can do to follow the standard." His hand moved to the back of his neck in uncertainty. "It's like I said, this is about all I have. So, aside from dress... What else should I expect?"

Pit tried to remember back on what he had been coached about all those years ago. What stuck with him? What had he been afraid to expect?

"Let's see... I remember being new to this, too. I was worried about having to instantly form a relationship with the person I was dating when I wasn't ready for a huge step like that in my life. I mean, there are romantic undertones for sure, but it doesn't have to mean anything serious! It's mostly just... a candlelit dinner where you sit down and get to know someone better." At this point he began to list things off on his fingers, like he was recalling a list, though he wasn't doing anything of the sort except thinking backwards. "Ask questions about them, just like any old casual conversation. Be respectful, talk as well as listen, and if things just aren't working out- your date is a monster, wants to eat you, keeps flirting with you in really inappropriate ways, whatever! It's perfectly okay to leave early. Is there anything else you need to know?"

~~"Thanks Sonic."~~

Ike laughed. "Yeah, I know how to talk to people. And I didn't expect anything romantic to come out of this." A mere blind date couldn't force two people to call it official. That would be ridiculous.

Some of Pit's insight stuck, though. "Thinking of it as just meeting someone new is a different take on it. It's comforting, to say the least," he added.

"See? It's not so bad! And can you really say no to free food and company?" Pit bribed, holding out a hand to the side of his face and winking in a mock-furtive manner.

Free food...

"No, it's a convincing offer," he agreed. "At least to me. I think I'll go, at least to keep my table partner from being by themselves all night. What's the worst that could happen?"

"We won't go into that!" laughed Pit.

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