vatheon | 17 ♐ I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you

[Oh snip! She agreed! For a moment, Darkleer just stares at his SFC as if he cannot quite believe this is happening. Because it's true. The idea that he actually has a moirail- who agreed verbally to be his moirail and it is now an actual thing that can be said aloud- is almost mind boggling.]

D --> Oh
D --> Oh that is good
D --> That is very good
D --> Maybe we can meet in the plaza?
D --> We can choose a restaurant to dine at, perhaps

[More genial laughter from the Disciple upon reading his response. Yep, he was adorable. Not that she could ever say that out loud.]

The plaza sounds good
I was just starting to get hungry too, so you have impeccable timing
I should arrive in the plaza shortly, then, once I finish getting ready

[Please don't, he will die.]

D --> You do not have to spent too much time on it
D --> It is nothing of vital importance
D --> You also look good anyway

[It is definitely good they were only text messages at the moment. She reads his latest message, and is set off on another bout of giggles. Yep, Adorable.]

Oh hush
I am not doing anything fancy or anything
Just becoming presentable to the outside world

[Continue down this road of conversation, Darkleer, and you might hurt your brain. Presentable meant finding clothes to wear.]

D --> Oh
D --> Very well
D --> I will meet you at the coral then

[He is but an innocent troll. He thinks she means brushing her hair and things like that.]

[Either way, he gets himself ready- which doesn't take much, considering he was already nervously going about it while talking to her. For once, he doesn't wear his armor. Nope, just one of the casual outfits Kanaya made for him, bless her. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail, which he occasionally fiddles with when he arrives at the coral.]

S33 you there

[A couple minutes after he arrives, so will she. Disciple was also wearing one of Kanaya's creations, though to be fair, everything she owned was made by her these days. It was one of the simpler designs based off of what she wore back on Alternia.]

[The oliveblood catches sight of her moirail, then with a smile and wave, makes her way over to him.]

Now who is this smooth-looking troll I see before my eyes?

[His ears twitch as he catches her familiar footsteps. At her words, he actually almost looks around. He doesn't exactly feel 'smooth'.]

I am not entirely sure, as I do not exactly fit such a description.

I am going to have to beg to disagree, I am afraid.

[Then, after a wink, she moves in for a hug, almost solely because she simply could now.]

So what were you thinking in regards to a restaurant?

[Oh. A hug. Okay, he can do a hug! He can... do this... It's a little awkward in the beginning but- okay, so it stays awkward. It gets a little less so, at least.]

I'm not really sure what you like, to be honest. I know Nepeta is very fond of meat...

[The hug ends as quickly as she starts it. Her huglust currently sated.]

I am up for trying anything. A lot of these places seem to really enjoy serving sealife. I will admit I do enjoy meat, sort of got accustomed to it, but it is not all that I eat. I have been trying to let my tastes branch out while in the bubble, and I discovered...

That I hate squid. Blech.

I've never really been one for it myself, although it's good that you're branching out. Maybe...

[Another tug of his hair. While he's not exactly social sometimes, he does still have a good map of Vatheon in his head. He's been to a few restaurants.]

I know somewhere that might be good... Have you ever tried what humans called Ethiopian food?

Ethiopian...?

[Where had she heard that. It had to been one of the books she was reading. What was it again... Right!]

Oh, that is one of those country things they have, is it not? A section of humans that all share one territory, and have some sort of ascribed central governmental body that rules over all of them?

[See she had been reading.]

No I have not tried it... Sounds good!

That's right.

[He's actually pleasantly surprised. He hadn't thought anyone else would take an interest in humans beyond random glimpses they've been provided. He runs his hand through his hair again, ears twitching as he offers her his arm shyly.]

Shall we, then...?

We shall!

[She scoops her arm around his, allowing him to lead the way.]

[That seems to relax him, and he does his best to keep his normally long strider a bit shorter for her sake. The restaurant he's thinking of is a bit further into the city than most of the plaza buildings are. Rather small, and sometimes hard to find, but that is Darkleer's specialty.]

[Soon enough, they're stepping into a little restaurant, most of the furnishings fairly simple. Darkleer goes to a small table in the corner, reaching to pull out her chair for her.]

[She quite enjoys the walk to the restaurant, especially being on his arm, and the silly little smile on her face might just give that away to anyone noticing.]

[They arrive, and she will take the proffered seat.]

Oh my, quite the gentletroll you are.

[It's... rather flattering for her to be so happy just walking with him. He won't admit just yet how it makes him melt.]

I try to stay my best.

[Taking a seat opposite of her, he gives a shaky smile.]

I was thinking of this kind of platter... It uses a type of spongy bread that you tear and use to eat various little samples of other dishes.

I think that sounds good. I confess I have no idea what they would have here, so how about you order for me?

[She gives him a genial smile, and then her eyes wander around taking in the ambiance of the cute little restaurant.]

Well... If you're sure. A little bit of everything, then.

[The server comes to them soon enough, and Darkleer places the order, along with what he'd like to drink. After he waits for Disciple to do the same and for the server to leave, he rubs one of his knuckles.]

I, ah, I have something for you. If you'd like it.

[She peruses the drink menu, finally settling on a rich black tea. Disciple then thanks the waiter and watches them leave, turning to smile at Darkleer once again.]

Oh do you now?

[She had come prepared as well, her gift was currently stowed in her side pocket.]

Yes.

[He spent quite some time on it! Well, that is somewhat normal for someone who takes as much pride in his work as Darkleer does. Still, for this, he paid even more attention than normal. He was never able to make anything for Psiioniic, but now he has a second chance at this moirail business. He wants to do things right. So he had checked everything twice, and then eight times more just to be sure.]

[He pulls the ring out from his sylladex, accompanied by a thin lovely chain set to the side.]

I thought in case you ever needed your fingers free, you could wear it as a necklace, if you wished.

[She takes the ring, admiring the sapphire stone set into it. Then, as she is examining it, she catches the hint of something more inside of the stone in a flash of of the light. Curious, she will hold it up even closer to her eye and angle it to better catch the ambient light. It is then that she can make out the intertwined signs set into the stone. Her expression changes to one of astonishment.]

This... This is beautiful! Darkleer, this is amazing!

[She keeps examining the ring, her eyes twinkling, before she finally reaches into a pocket to retrieve a small box.]

Mine is ready too, it may not as fancy as yours, but I hope you like it.

[Inside the small box she hands over to him is a pendant on a simplistic silver chain. It is in the shape of a circle, and imprinted with Disciple's leo symbol. As it is, it looks fairly store-bought. Upon closer examination he will notice a band around the outside of the circular pendant. It is coarse, black and sports an intricate braided-weave pattern. It seems she has wound the pendant with a braided length of her hair.]

[As she gushes over the ring, Darkleer bows his head humbly, even as a pleased blush settles over his face. He had been so hoping she would like it, even with the twist of anxiety that coiled in his stomach. This was the best option, he had thought so.]

[When she mentions something of her own, his ears twitch up sharply and he looks up as she passes him a small box. There's a bit of a confused glance sent her way before he opens the box. Unlike her, his own inspection is very quiet and careful, like most things he does. He very gently runs his finger along the hair.]

Thank you.

[As much as he tries to help it, his voice is still heavy with emotion.]

[Oh geez, seeing him all emotional puts a lump in her throat. She tries clearing it before she speaks.]

Yeah... I am just glad you like it...

[Disciple scratches at the back of her neck, bashfully, a pale olive blush evident on her face.]

[Just give him a moment, so he can tuck the amulet away in his pocket for later. He coughs into his fist before he speaks up again.]

While we obviously care about one another, I thought we could get to know one another better. Things we like to do, and such. It seems a bit... silly to carry through without that.

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