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Date & Time: August 8th
Location: Starting outside housing
Characters: Seles Wilder (

hiddendepth) & Emil Castagnier (

knightofcourage)
Summary: How do you friends. How do you more than friends. HOW DO YOU ANYTHING.
Warnings: None that I can think of!

[She had been ready for this meeting about half of the morning. It's ridiculous, she keeps telling herself, fidgeting with her skirt and raising her hands to adjust the hat on her head. Three minutes to noon now. He should be here soon!

And she's planning out all the ways to greet and walk and act and think. Is this friendship already? Is she wanting more? She does think he's cute, but... Oh how embarrassing!

She's so completely lost in thoughts, in fact, that when Emil does approach, he'll need to find some way to snap her out of her daze. She's currently got her purse clutched in two hands, eyes staring down at the floor in front of the building.]

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[Emil comes out just before noon, looking around to find Seles and quickly locating her. She looks a little distracted - is she all right? Emil figures letting her know he's arrived is a good idea as he approaches.]

Seles? I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting.

Ah-!

[She jumps just slightly at the voice, turning to face the source and then flushing accordingly the slightest bit to match. Had she been so spaced out she didn't even notice him approach?!]

T-there's nothing to worry about at all! I've just been thinking about what I must get to doing later, anyway, so no time was wasted... [she's rambling, rambling about completely unnecessary things, she realizes, and pauses enough to try and gather herself.]

Shall we go, then?

[Emil takes a second to double-check that he has money for lunch and an umbrella for the walk. Everything's in place, so he nods and opens up the umbrella.]

Yeah, let's get going. Did you have a place in mind for today?

[Seles actually has an umbrella of her own hidden in that tiny purse of hers, but with it safely out of sight, she doesn't see any problem with stepping a bit closer to share Emil's.]

To be honest, I haven't had too much of a look at things in the city. Any shop owners have been rather hostile lately, haven't they?

They have been.

[And it's not just them, but...well, Emil would rather not talk about that to Seles right now. It brings up memories that are a little too much for a lunch date.]

Nobody's been giving you trouble, have they?

[Something is different about Emil in all of this, and were she any more practiced in spending time with people, she'd pick up on what it was. For now, though? It's just a sort of curiosity that she's forced to brush off as just her imagination as she shakes her head lightly at the question.]

No... Nothing worth mentioning. [It does make her smile the slightest that he questioned the same as her brother had, though.] You've been fine as well, right?

Yes, I have, but I know someone who wasn't so lucky. I'm glad you're all right.

[Thank goodness she hasn't had a problem. Emil hates to see anyone going through the same thing he once did, let alone a friend.]

[There's a small hum of her agreeing with the sentiment, and she falls into silence. It's so easy to get embarrassed over everything when she's thinking about each and every little thing. Being so pleased he's glad she's alright, overthinking the meaning of that...

Her eyes are on the sidewalk as they walk most of the way.]

...What sort of food do you like, Emil?

Me?

[Oh, for lunch.]

Some kind of grilled food, I guess, but we don't have to get that. You're the one who invited me, so we can go wherever you want.

I like grilled food!

[She blurts it out, almost a sputter before she pauses and glances to Emil as they walk. Suddenly, it's worrying-- was that too blunt?! It seemed way too needy! Too agreeable!]

I-I mean... I don't care what we eat. It's not like I was able to go out back home, so anywhere is fine! Please be the one to make the decision.

[Huh?

She wasn't able to go out at home...was it because of her condition? Better make this something she'll enjoy, then.]

Let's just look around for a while first, and see if there's something we like. How does that sound?

Ah...

[She looks over. He reacts so nicely, even when she's pretty sure she's messing everything up with her words! But that works out, then. They can spend some time walking, and as long as she has her inhaler, it'll be okay. (Though she really hopes she won't have to use it!)

...But she can't help but stare at the arm of Emil's holding up that umbrella. Would it be the right thing to do to hold onto it?

She really wants to, if the thoughts going grab it grab it grab it say anything...

...

But in the end she can't, and stares forward again with extra determination in her eyes. (It's actually just bitter disappointment in herself.)]

Yes, that works just fine.

[Honestly Emil's not sure whether he should be worried - that outburst was a little strange - but maybe she's anxious going out like this. In that case, this is all on him.]

Let's get going, then. It'd better to eat before the rain starts soaking us, huh?

Right!

[In a rush of determination and with her mind suddenly set on what she wants to do and how she'll defend it, she steps close enough to wrap an arm around Emil's that's holding the umbrella. Much like any noble lady would her escort!

She's got this semi-flustered, prideful look on her face, too, as she picks up her pace. ...If that turns into her partially dragging Emil forward, well then-- woops.]

Let's head right there! Please lead the way. This constant dreary weather is a little disappointing.

[Wait whoa Seles what--]

Aren't you the one leading right now?

If I am, it's only because you aren't!

[She huffs right back out, feeling defensive. Nervous.]

You just...

[What is he doing wrong help.]

Wait a second, okay?

[...She slows her steps until they finally come to a halt, though she's a bit to embarrassed to just let go of his arm there, either. Instead, she glances over to him.]

...Very well.

[Oh good that seems to have worked? Consider him relieved. Emil takes a second to catch his breath and then nudges her onwards.]

All right, let's keep going.

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