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Just one question
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Loretta... hisses softly. She bites her lip. She sways back and forth. "Will you... go out with me...?"
[ooc: Oh no, this is going to be adorable.]
[ooc: Oh no, this is going to be adorable.]
here's your answer on how he'd deal: he'd be secretly anxious
neverwashere
- 2018-06-08 14:57 (UTC) - Expandthey found the urn a few months after... behind a public toilet. classy
neverwashere
- 2018-06-13 03:52 (UTC) - Expand[ Not stated on her profile, but I have an AU of her in a modern setting, so using that for now! Chinese descent, also living in the US.
Anyway, have a small, shy wave from a girl across you. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop - if you can call it that - but she noticed you signing earlier. ]
Anyway, have a small, shy wave from a girl across you. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop - if you can call it that - but she noticed you signing earlier. ]
i'm sorry this is so late i am the garbage queen ready to accept her crown
fresh_to_deaf
- 2018-06-21 23:29 (UTC) - Expandno worries! i am also spectacularly late most of the time and have the backtag queen crown XD
innoxious
- 2018-06-22 03:17 (UTC) - Expand{ info + permissions on journal. would your character ask out a vampire?? maybe it's because he's great for that pre-Victorian 19th century trivia they surprisingly keep needing to throw out in dire situations; perhaps they're really a theater buff who loves having someone they can keep throwing all of their favorite modern recs at; or maybe they also just...like...drinking blood...sure, okay, no judgement zone here! (just a fair bit of concern...) if your character loves being serenaded, long existential talks on the beach, and the undead, Ambrose may be the guy for them.
PM with any questions! assumed cr is obviously fine. }
PM with any questions! assumed cr is obviously fine. }
Ambrose's theater is at once overwhelming and comforting. It's crawling with people - some of whom are visibly other, like Ambrose himself - and the yawning maw of the theater itself gives an eerie echo to everything in the room. But it's also been decorated with lower lighting, deeper colors, and surprisingly worn-in tables and chairs. Will touches a tablecloth while getting himself a beer and feels soft but inexpensive fabric under his fingers.
The invitation to the fundraiser event at Ambrose's theater had been unexpected. Will and Ambrose had kept in touch as the vampire worked through adjusting to modern life, but Will had never visited the place where Ambrose worked.
It's strange, seeing a hub of supernatural creatures and metahumans, all out in the open. Will's never sought out any celebrations of any of the groups he belongs to himself - even the concept of this event feels foreign. Like looking through glass.
Or it does at first, at least. Will follows Ambrose around, being introduced as 'My good friend, Will' every time, and Will finds himself slowly acclimating in the way he often does.
It's two hours into the event, and Will's had just enough beer to feel warm through his fingertips. Ambrose has nudged him aside with a slightly stricken look on his face, and Will's own stomach feels suddenly tight.
"I'm sorry, that must have been embarrassing."
Will waits and just feels the changing sensation of the flush that creeps up his neck, eyes on Ambrose's hands. Will's avoided saying anything for the past six weeks or so, ever since he'd finally put together why his heart rate seemed to pick up any time Ambrose's fingers brushed his when handing over a coffee mug. "You know, it's funny." Will says, and his voice is too quiet to sound bitter. It barely carries over the soft roar of the room.
"But that's the fourth person who's assumed I was your date, and I haven't corrected any of them." Will watches Ambrose, one hand in a pocket, the other gripping the neck of the beer bottle that he doesn't have the attention span to sip at right now. "I don't think I'm the one they're embarrassing."
The invitation to the fundraiser event at Ambrose's theater had been unexpected. Will and Ambrose had kept in touch as the vampire worked through adjusting to modern life, but Will had never visited the place where Ambrose worked.
It's strange, seeing a hub of supernatural creatures and metahumans, all out in the open. Will's never sought out any celebrations of any of the groups he belongs to himself - even the concept of this event feels foreign. Like looking through glass.
Or it does at first, at least. Will follows Ambrose around, being introduced as 'My good friend, Will' every time, and Will finds himself slowly acclimating in the way he often does.
It's two hours into the event, and Will's had just enough beer to feel warm through his fingertips. Ambrose has nudged him aside with a slightly stricken look on his face, and Will's own stomach feels suddenly tight.
"I'm sorry, that must have been embarrassing."
Will waits and just feels the changing sensation of the flush that creeps up his neck, eyes on Ambrose's hands. Will's avoided saying anything for the past six weeks or so, ever since he'd finally put together why his heart rate seemed to pick up any time Ambrose's fingers brushed his when handing over a coffee mug. "You know, it's funny." Will says, and his voice is too quiet to sound bitter. It barely carries over the soft roar of the room.
"But that's the fourth person who's assumed I was your date, and I haven't corrected any of them." Will watches Ambrose, one hand in a pocket, the other gripping the neck of the beer bottle that he doesn't have the attention span to sip at right now. "I don't think I'm the one they're embarrassing."
[ Goofy and fluffy stuff best. Logan's tsundere as hell whether he's asking or being asked. Let me know if you want him asking! He'd probably be direct, awkward, unplanned, and imperfectly executed. Just because the man doesn't live for being smooth. ]
[It's not like there's anyone that isn't Casey's type, but as far as men go...
...well, this guy is kind of on the short side. But those muscles!
Casey hasn't even gotten his name yet. He's just seen him around, by chance -- in a diner drinking coffee, walking down the street looking angry at the world, getting into a bar fight and winning spectacularly... And so, Casey's developed a bit of a crush on the man. He wonders how you even go about asking out that sort of guy...but strong, silent types were the best.
And so, in the diner, he's glancing over every now and then to see Logan shoveling food into his mouth. Casey's pretending to read a book (really pretending, he doesn't freakin' read, sheesh) just so he can keep spying on him...when something tells him that this is the moment. He sets down the book and approaches. Okay, just flirt like you usually do, shit how's my hair--
One impromptu hair and makeup check to the bathroom later, he returns, and places his hand on the booth seat across from Logan.]
Is this seat taken~?
[Clearly it is not, idiot.]
...well, this guy is kind of on the short side. But those muscles!
Casey hasn't even gotten his name yet. He's just seen him around, by chance -- in a diner drinking coffee, walking down the street looking angry at the world, getting into a bar fight and winning spectacularly... And so, Casey's developed a bit of a crush on the man. He wonders how you even go about asking out that sort of guy...but strong, silent types were the best.
And so, in the diner, he's glancing over every now and then to see Logan shoveling food into his mouth. Casey's pretending to read a book (really pretending, he doesn't freakin' read, sheesh) just so he can keep spying on him...when something tells him that this is the moment. He sets down the book and approaches. Okay, just flirt like you usually do, shit how's my hair--
One impromptu hair and makeup check to the bathroom later, he returns, and places his hand on the booth seat across from Logan.]
Is this seat taken~?
[Clearly it is not, idiot.]
[ canon or maybe a high school/university au? :D ]
((ooc: you had me at high school/university au. :D Maybe high school? Overly popular Stark kid asks Banner the nerd out? Or the other way around? Maybe it's just for a dare? Maybe it's for prom? Any of that would be terrible, and adorable. But these are just musings, do you have any preferences?))
You ain't been outta Canada, yeah?
[ Or so Logan asks in the middle of his morning jog with Mantis in the forest by his cabin. He likes that her footsteps are so light and that she barely makes any sound; when they run, there's barely any noise involved save for the calm tones of their conversation and the puffs of their breaths.
He'd met her because he was the wielder of the Space Stone, and apparently Gamora wanted someone watching over him. God knows Logan doesn't need a babysitter, but he's glad it's someone of her disposition. ]
You ever thought'a goin' anywhere?
[ Or so Logan asks in the middle of his morning jog with Mantis in the forest by his cabin. He likes that her footsteps are so light and that she barely makes any sound; when they run, there's barely any noise involved save for the calm tones of their conversation and the puffs of their breaths.
He'd met her because he was the wielder of the Space Stone, and apparently Gamora wanted someone watching over him. God knows Logan doesn't need a babysitter, but he's glad it's someone of her disposition. ]
You ever thought'a goin' anywhere?
[The answer is already 'yes'. He is irresistable. Clearly.]
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