Room 211, Friday afternoon
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So. Priestly had a date with Claudia this evening. An actual date. With kissing. And no extra people.
He wasn't freaking out. The way he was throwing all his clothes on his bed and wailing about not having anything to wear and comparing the various benefits of his blue "free sample" t-shirt with his yellow "lesbian" t-shirt and his hair was sticking up with far less direction than usual had absolutely nothing to do with freaking out.
Okay, so the flopping down on the floor with a shell-shocked look, surrounded by t-shirts, hair dye, and CDs for making her mix tape might have had something to do with freaking out. But only a little.
[ooc: Door and post are open, yo]
He wasn't freaking out. The way he was throwing all his clothes on his bed and wailing about not having anything to wear and comparing the various benefits of his blue "free sample" t-shirt with his yellow "lesbian" t-shirt and his hair was sticking up with far less direction than usual had absolutely nothing to do with freaking out.
Okay, so the flopping down on the floor with a shell-shocked look, surrounded by t-shirts, hair dye, and CDs for making her mix tape might have had something to do with freaking out. But only a little.
[ooc: Door and post are open, yo]
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6/2/09 19:44 (UTC)She ran up the stairs, ducked into her room, grabbed the blue, then grabbed the purple while she was at it, then buzzed back down the hallway, taking the steps two at a time to get back.
"I got the blue and the purple and yes! A real date! A movie date! There is no way that's not a date!"
Yay for more vicarious dating!
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6/2/09 19:47 (UTC)(no subject)
6/2/09 19:50 (UTC)If she and Priestly weren't gonna date, and they really weren't, he needed to have someone who appreciated him. Claudia already got the unique thing, so yay on that.
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6/2/09 19:53 (UTC)Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the self-pitying stage of the panic.
"Uh, the pink 'meat is murder' t-shirt over there. And jeans, I guess. And my army jacket. Is that enough? Should I be getting her something or something?"
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6/2/09 19:57 (UTC)Dinah quit bouncing for a second to check out his proposed wardrobe. "Yes, that's cool, I think. I mean, I dress from dorkville, but that looks like you, only like you took a little time to be more you." She frowned. "No, I don't think you should get her anything, but, you're paying for tickets, right? And the popcorn and stuff?"
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6/2/09 20:14 (UTC)Awwwwwwwww.
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6/2/09 20:17 (UTC)He smiled a little doofily at that last bit.
"She's a good kisser."
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6/2/09 20:20 (UTC)"See? If she can work with you on the asking out, the actual date part will go fine."
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6/2/09 20:48 (UTC)Still not good enough to last, but....
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6/2/09 21:16 (UTC)She bit her tongue and did not bring up Mr. Roger's class. That would just be mean!
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