[no neighbors to peek in on her this time - only a skinny, nervous wreck of a wizard in what he hopes is appropriate romantic attire for this world. The robe obviously wasn't going to cut it, not when she started with... well, whatever you called the little see-through strips of cloth she'd been wearing when she texted him. So he's in a bow tie and a start-patterned button-up shirt, paired with black pants because April once mentioned to him that black goes with everything. He sincerely hopes that wasn't one of the times she thought it would be funny to lie to him.
He cracks a smile when she cracks the door, and would you look at that - they've both got wine with them. Oh, and... robes are apparently not the date night fashion faux pas he thought they would be. Damn.
The Luggage gets one last reproachful (and beseeching) look from Rincewind before he leaves it on her porch to step inside the apartment.]
You look - lovely. Comfortable, too. Always important. Um. - I brought wine. Quite obviously. Shall we start with yours or mine?
[maybe they should both just upend the bottles over their mouths until they're emptied.]
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Date: 2016-12-20 12:33 am (UTC)He cracks a smile when she cracks the door, and would you look at that - they've both got wine with them. Oh, and... robes are apparently not the date night fashion faux pas he thought they would be. Damn.
The Luggage gets one last reproachful (and beseeching) look from Rincewind before he leaves it on her porch to step inside the apartment.]
You look - lovely. Comfortable, too. Always important. Um. - I brought wine. Quite obviously. Shall we start with yours or mine?
[maybe they should both just upend the bottles over their mouths until they're emptied.]